Post by Daron Smythe on Oct 19, 2023 20:22:00 GMT -5
[The promo opens with a dimly lit, gritty, and sweat-drenched atmosphere. The camera pans through the PWX Sportatorium in McKeesport, Pennsylvania, a place that appears barely inhabitable, yet a haven for those who are driven to succeed. The air is thick with dust, and the heat is oppressive, but it's a place where champions are forged. The crowd hushes as a spotlight shines on a lone figure in the center of the gym, an athlete like no other.]
Announcer (excitedly): "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the heart of professional wrestling, the PWX Sportatorium! It may be grimy, it may be hot, but this place breathes wrestling. And inside these hallowed walls, a man is pushing the boundaries of intensity!"
[The camera zooms in on Daron Smythe, a force of nature, drenched in sweat, his face contorted in determination. His fists strike a heavy bag with a thunderous intensity, each hit resonating through the entire building. The sound of leather and metal colliding echoes through the air, filling the space with adrenaline.]
Announcer (with fervor): "Daron Smythe! The very name sends shivers down the spine of any wrestler who dares to step foot in this ring. He's not just a wrestler, he's a force of nature, a storm brewing in the depths of the PWX Sportatorium!"
[Daron Smythe's heavy breaths are visible in the dimly lit gym, the mist of his exertion adding to the atmosphere of intensity.]
Announcer (booming voice): "In a world where the competition is fierce and the battles are brutal, Daron Smythe is the epitome of dedication, the embodiment of unyielding willpower!"
[The camera angle shifts to show the worn-out heavy bag, visibly marked by Daron's relentless strikes.]
Announcer (with a hint of awe): "And it's right here, in this dank, dusty, and hot training ground, where champions are made. Daron Smythe isn't just training; he's forging himself into something extraordinary!"
[The crowd in the Sportatorium can't contain their excitement, cheers and applause filling the air as they witness the intense training session.]
Announcer (with conviction): "Get ready, folks, because Daron Smythe is honing himself to be the very best! He's breaking limits, defying the odds, and embracing the grit of professional wrestling in a way you've never seen before!"
[As the promo reaches its climax, Daron Smythe lands one last bone-crushing strike on the heavy bag, leaving it swinging wildly. The camera focuses on his face, drenched in sweat but radiating determination.]
Announcer (shouting): "Daron Smythe is coming, and he's bringing the intensity! Watch out, wrestling world, because when he steps into the ring, you're in for a wild ride!"
[The crowd erupts in cheers as the camera fades to the UWLlogo, teasing the upcoming showdown between Daron Smythe and Dave West and where Daron Smythe's intensity will be on full display.]
Director: CUT! That's a wrap, everyone! We've got the promo - we'll send it over to the UWL Offices so they can air it on Eruption next week. Daron, great work man!
Daron: Thanks...
[Daron slinks off to the side for a moment, where he saddles up next to PWX Promoter, Jim Miller, once sworn enemy, but the two finally seem to be on a path to repairing that hurt and hatred]
Daron: Hey Jim, thanks for letting us use your place for this promo - it's going to look great on Eruption!
Jim: You think I didn't have my own people filming on the side? The great Daron Smythe! Former UWL World Champion, back in my building?
Daron: It feels a bit like the old days, huh?
Jim: Yeah...sure does. You ever think about coming back for a shot or two?
Daron: I never thought I'd hear myself say this...but yeah, Jim. I'll do it, you got a few greenhorns on the rise? I don't mind making a few guys look good and hell, don't even worry about paying me for it. Maybe I'm feeling nostalgic and it's making me forget the bad times, but I sure as shit remember the good times here.
Jim: You remember when Nikita Allanov broke that wooden chair over your back?
Daron: Yeah, the splinters went flying everywhere and one cut Champ on the arm?
Jim: *chuckles* Ah shit, he wasn't even mad!
Daron: Yeah, he had me autograph the scar two weeks later - the dude wore it like a badge of honor!
Jim: Damn, I sure do miss that guy. The most loyal son of a bitch I've ever met!
Daron: You still keep his chair open at ringside?
Jim: Damn right, I won't let anyone sit there. That's Dave's seat - now and forever.
Daron: Things won't ever be exactly the same, Jim. I can't forget, but I can sure as hell forgive. No matter where I go, this place always feels like home. There was a lot of hurt but dammit there were even better memories and even though I pretend like I don't care, I do. I want to see this place succeed. For the next Daron Smythe. For any kid who wants to break into this crazy business...
Jim: Why do you think I try to keep these lights on? I know somewhere out there, there's a crazy group of kids like you and your buddies who will come in and transform this place. It happens ever few years...
Daron: Yeah, we were ready to take on the world, huh?
Jim: Yeah and you're literally taking the world on now.
Daron: Yeah...sometimes I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world...like I can't have a bad day or it's all over. Two weeks ago I have a single off night and it's all gone...
Jim: Shit, nothing's gone man...
Daron: Jim, you've never been in the ring before, let alone been in the ring with a guy like Cory Chevelle...
Jim: Yeah, and you hung toe to toe with him one on one - that big bastard threw you all over that ring like a ragdoll - but did you give up? Did he beat you one on one?
Daron: Yeah, I guess you're right...
Jim: Don't give me that shit - remember who you are! Remember where you came from! You didn't make it this far just to make it this far! That UWL World Title belt is yours - are you going to be able to beat him at his game? Hell no! But you have to be smart, you have to stick and move, you have to lull him in and make him make a mistake. You have to get him off his gameplan. There's no one in this industry better than you at doing that. But you can't be a sad sack. You can't be this guy you were in real life at a normal 9 to 5 job. You have to be #1! You remember the first time you called yourself that? You tried a million stupid nick names. None of them stuck. But, once you started calling yourself #1, you believed that shit. More than anyone I have ever met. And you get in there next weekend and you show that Don East guy what's what and you get back on the horse and you challenge that big bastard, you hear me?
Daron: I can't believe after all these years man, but you're right. I'm not just some guy, I'm THE guy. I can't let a setback stop me from getting where I'm destined to go. For months I kept saying my destiny was to be UWL World Champion and the only variable was time. That destiny hasn't died. It's mine. I'm ready, Jim. I'm ready to get back to the top of that mountain.
Jim: Show them who the f*ck you are!
[Daron takes this as a personal challenge and with one hit, puts a whole in the punching bag he was working during the commercial, leaking sand out onto the Sportatorium floor. Daron, with renewed sense of purpose, leaves the building, getting ready to hit the road once more for UWL Eruption]
Announcer (excitedly): "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the heart of professional wrestling, the PWX Sportatorium! It may be grimy, it may be hot, but this place breathes wrestling. And inside these hallowed walls, a man is pushing the boundaries of intensity!"
[The camera zooms in on Daron Smythe, a force of nature, drenched in sweat, his face contorted in determination. His fists strike a heavy bag with a thunderous intensity, each hit resonating through the entire building. The sound of leather and metal colliding echoes through the air, filling the space with adrenaline.]
Announcer (with fervor): "Daron Smythe! The very name sends shivers down the spine of any wrestler who dares to step foot in this ring. He's not just a wrestler, he's a force of nature, a storm brewing in the depths of the PWX Sportatorium!"
[Daron Smythe's heavy breaths are visible in the dimly lit gym, the mist of his exertion adding to the atmosphere of intensity.]
Announcer (booming voice): "In a world where the competition is fierce and the battles are brutal, Daron Smythe is the epitome of dedication, the embodiment of unyielding willpower!"
[The camera angle shifts to show the worn-out heavy bag, visibly marked by Daron's relentless strikes.]
Announcer (with a hint of awe): "And it's right here, in this dank, dusty, and hot training ground, where champions are made. Daron Smythe isn't just training; he's forging himself into something extraordinary!"
[The crowd in the Sportatorium can't contain their excitement, cheers and applause filling the air as they witness the intense training session.]
Announcer (with conviction): "Get ready, folks, because Daron Smythe is honing himself to be the very best! He's breaking limits, defying the odds, and embracing the grit of professional wrestling in a way you've never seen before!"
[As the promo reaches its climax, Daron Smythe lands one last bone-crushing strike on the heavy bag, leaving it swinging wildly. The camera focuses on his face, drenched in sweat but radiating determination.]
Announcer (shouting): "Daron Smythe is coming, and he's bringing the intensity! Watch out, wrestling world, because when he steps into the ring, you're in for a wild ride!"
[The crowd erupts in cheers as the camera fades to the UWLlogo, teasing the upcoming showdown between Daron Smythe and Dave West and where Daron Smythe's intensity will be on full display.]
Director: CUT! That's a wrap, everyone! We've got the promo - we'll send it over to the UWL Offices so they can air it on Eruption next week. Daron, great work man!
Daron: Thanks...
[Daron slinks off to the side for a moment, where he saddles up next to PWX Promoter, Jim Miller, once sworn enemy, but the two finally seem to be on a path to repairing that hurt and hatred]
Daron: Hey Jim, thanks for letting us use your place for this promo - it's going to look great on Eruption!
Jim: You think I didn't have my own people filming on the side? The great Daron Smythe! Former UWL World Champion, back in my building?
Daron: It feels a bit like the old days, huh?
Jim: Yeah...sure does. You ever think about coming back for a shot or two?
Daron: I never thought I'd hear myself say this...but yeah, Jim. I'll do it, you got a few greenhorns on the rise? I don't mind making a few guys look good and hell, don't even worry about paying me for it. Maybe I'm feeling nostalgic and it's making me forget the bad times, but I sure as shit remember the good times here.
Jim: You remember when Nikita Allanov broke that wooden chair over your back?
Daron: Yeah, the splinters went flying everywhere and one cut Champ on the arm?
Jim: *chuckles* Ah shit, he wasn't even mad!
Daron: Yeah, he had me autograph the scar two weeks later - the dude wore it like a badge of honor!
Jim: Damn, I sure do miss that guy. The most loyal son of a bitch I've ever met!
Daron: You still keep his chair open at ringside?
Jim: Damn right, I won't let anyone sit there. That's Dave's seat - now and forever.
Daron: Things won't ever be exactly the same, Jim. I can't forget, but I can sure as hell forgive. No matter where I go, this place always feels like home. There was a lot of hurt but dammit there were even better memories and even though I pretend like I don't care, I do. I want to see this place succeed. For the next Daron Smythe. For any kid who wants to break into this crazy business...
Jim: Why do you think I try to keep these lights on? I know somewhere out there, there's a crazy group of kids like you and your buddies who will come in and transform this place. It happens ever few years...
Daron: Yeah, we were ready to take on the world, huh?
Jim: Yeah and you're literally taking the world on now.
Daron: Yeah...sometimes I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world...like I can't have a bad day or it's all over. Two weeks ago I have a single off night and it's all gone...
Jim: Shit, nothing's gone man...
Daron: Jim, you've never been in the ring before, let alone been in the ring with a guy like Cory Chevelle...
Jim: Yeah, and you hung toe to toe with him one on one - that big bastard threw you all over that ring like a ragdoll - but did you give up? Did he beat you one on one?
Daron: Yeah, I guess you're right...
Jim: Don't give me that shit - remember who you are! Remember where you came from! You didn't make it this far just to make it this far! That UWL World Title belt is yours - are you going to be able to beat him at his game? Hell no! But you have to be smart, you have to stick and move, you have to lull him in and make him make a mistake. You have to get him off his gameplan. There's no one in this industry better than you at doing that. But you can't be a sad sack. You can't be this guy you were in real life at a normal 9 to 5 job. You have to be #1! You remember the first time you called yourself that? You tried a million stupid nick names. None of them stuck. But, once you started calling yourself #1, you believed that shit. More than anyone I have ever met. And you get in there next weekend and you show that Don East guy what's what and you get back on the horse and you challenge that big bastard, you hear me?
Daron: I can't believe after all these years man, but you're right. I'm not just some guy, I'm THE guy. I can't let a setback stop me from getting where I'm destined to go. For months I kept saying my destiny was to be UWL World Champion and the only variable was time. That destiny hasn't died. It's mine. I'm ready, Jim. I'm ready to get back to the top of that mountain.
Jim: Show them who the f*ck you are!
[Daron takes this as a personal challenge and with one hit, puts a whole in the punching bag he was working during the commercial, leaking sand out onto the Sportatorium floor. Daron, with renewed sense of purpose, leaves the building, getting ready to hit the road once more for UWL Eruption]