Post by Zap on Sept 4, 2015 11:13:10 GMT -6
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An old projector begins to roll as the camera is switched on, watching from the table it has been placed on as the projector shows an old-fashioned, almost vintage countdown behind it goes black. A faint crackling can be heard for a few seconds, before the sound of "Numb" by Linkin Park plays as the video comes to life once again, showing a black and white video of one of Chaos Wrestling's brand new stars, Tyler Keenan, performing his entrance. The video then plays the same entrance over and over on the different stages of the different promotions that he has wrestling in throughout his short wrestling career. The video then switches to the ring, where Keenan takes multiple moves over and over again and is pinned multiple times, before a massive crack starts to appear in the video and eventually breaks the screen in half, cutting the music off abruptly for a few seconds, before it bursts out even louder than before as the video returns with a golden hue instead of black and white, and shows Keenan hitting his signature moves and pinning his opponents, before the video documents his celebrations.
As the video looks the end, a human-shaped figure passes in front of the projector and snaps his fingers, shutting off the projector and raising the lights a little to reveal Tyler Keenan himself sitting backwards on a chair not far in front of the projector, in the space between the projector and the wall. He smiles at the camera and chuckles a little, flicking his fringe back onto his forehead with his index finger before looking at his nails and grinning. He then stands up and drags the chair closer to the camera, before sitting on it in the exact same way so the camera can see him better. When he believes that it can, he clears his throat.
"I hope that you took that all in," Tyler smiles and throws his legs up onto the table where the old-school projector is. "As now you know who I am, what I look like and more importantly, what I can do. I'm not some arrogant model with a pretty face and a bad attitude who thought that he could make his way in the wrestling business, no. I'm so much more than I lead most people to believe, because I know that I can beat every single man who dares to enter the ring with me, and that's not me being arrogant or cocky, because I know that what I just said is a proven fact."
Tyler then moves his hand and reaches off-camera and around the projector and grabs a nail file, before looking at his nails and beginning to file the edges down while whistling for a few seconds. He then turns his eyesight to the camera while filing and smiles.
"Now, I'll be making my official debut for Chaos Wrestling on Episode Five of Anarchy and I'll be teaming with Chris Mosh against Jared Jet and Ethan Evans. Now, I've already a few conversations with Chris Mosh on Twitter, and as far as I can tell he is a good man, because he followed me and seems to want me to get better at wrestling, so I respect him for that." Tyler places the nail file back down where he found it and replaces it with a comb and a mirror, taking the time to do his hair during his interview. For a few seconds, he seems to forget that there is a camera, but places them back and returns his attention to the video. "But Jared Jet, I'm not trying to be rude or offensive to you, but I have to honestly say that I don't have a clue who you are. But, from what I can gather, you seem to be a man who has an interest in American Football, which means that you are what I like to call a 'Jock'. For those who don't know or are too old or too young to know, the term 'Jock' doesn't mean a good athlete. It means something about an athlete, but it doesn't mean they're good. In my opinion, a Jock is someone who is rude, arrogant, beats up nerds and only dates his team's cheerleaders, while a good athlete is just someone who loves the sport they make their money from. Again, I'm sorry if this offends you, Jared, because that might totally be a stereotype and not who you are, but to be honest, that's just what I think."
Now that he has done speaking for a few seconds, Tyler looks around and goes to reach for something else from on the other side of the projector, this time taking the camera with him. As the camera goes over the old projector, it shows a black overnight bag filled with different creams, ointments and products as well as things like tweezers, combs, toothpicks and a whole lot more. Taking a toothpick, Tyler begins to dig around in his teeth for a few seconds while looking away from the camera, before he returns his attention for the third time with a white, pearly smile, flicking the toothpick off-camera without paying too much attention to it.
"Now, moving onto my next opponent, a man by the name of Ethan Evans. Now, Ethan, I have never even met you before, but I saw your own video about our match and I found it vaguely interesting. You say that you don't know what my ambitions are? Well that's good, because I don't want you to know them. I don't want to be champion or be the best that I can be, although that would be nice, I am here in Chaos Wrestling because there is a lack of, well, style." Tyler then clasps his hands together and leans forward on the chair, before crossing his arms and grinning. "You say that everything that I have achieved before I entered The Dungeon doesn't matter now that I am here, and I'd love to be able to say that you're right, but it's actually sad to say that you've inflated my ego even more. I don't have to strive to be better than anyone else in this promotion, nor do I have to listen to a word that comes out of your mouth, because when I knee your teeth down your throat and drop you down to the mat like a ragdoll, you will know that I am better than you, and you will understand that being a multi-time champion means nothing when you step into the ring with the best up-and-coming wrestler that the American independent wrestling scene has witnessed in a very long time."
Tyler dismounts his chair and stretches his arms out, looking out into the darkness of the room he is in, before he crouches down and looks at the camera, flicking it with his index finger and smiling. "When Anarchy comes around, I won't need your wise words, Ethan Evans, because I'll already be wrestling circles around you when we meet in the middle of that ring. I'm not nervous, nor am I afraid, because I know exactly what I have to do to win, and that's to make sure you don't get up after I plant my knee into the side of your head. As for you, Jared Jet, you'd be wise to stay out of my way. These aren't the ramblings of a man who thinks he is the toughest man on the planet, because I'm not. Instead, this is the video diary of the next Chaos Champion, and this is my first commandment."
Tyler knocks the chair over with a gentle push of his foot and walks away into the darkness, before the camera turns to static and loudly crackling, until the feed goes dead and the camera turns off.
As the video looks the end, a human-shaped figure passes in front of the projector and snaps his fingers, shutting off the projector and raising the lights a little to reveal Tyler Keenan himself sitting backwards on a chair not far in front of the projector, in the space between the projector and the wall. He smiles at the camera and chuckles a little, flicking his fringe back onto his forehead with his index finger before looking at his nails and grinning. He then stands up and drags the chair closer to the camera, before sitting on it in the exact same way so the camera can see him better. When he believes that it can, he clears his throat.
"I hope that you took that all in," Tyler smiles and throws his legs up onto the table where the old-school projector is. "As now you know who I am, what I look like and more importantly, what I can do. I'm not some arrogant model with a pretty face and a bad attitude who thought that he could make his way in the wrestling business, no. I'm so much more than I lead most people to believe, because I know that I can beat every single man who dares to enter the ring with me, and that's not me being arrogant or cocky, because I know that what I just said is a proven fact."
Tyler then moves his hand and reaches off-camera and around the projector and grabs a nail file, before looking at his nails and beginning to file the edges down while whistling for a few seconds. He then turns his eyesight to the camera while filing and smiles.
"Now, I'll be making my official debut for Chaos Wrestling on Episode Five of Anarchy and I'll be teaming with Chris Mosh against Jared Jet and Ethan Evans. Now, I've already a few conversations with Chris Mosh on Twitter, and as far as I can tell he is a good man, because he followed me and seems to want me to get better at wrestling, so I respect him for that." Tyler places the nail file back down where he found it and replaces it with a comb and a mirror, taking the time to do his hair during his interview. For a few seconds, he seems to forget that there is a camera, but places them back and returns his attention to the video. "But Jared Jet, I'm not trying to be rude or offensive to you, but I have to honestly say that I don't have a clue who you are. But, from what I can gather, you seem to be a man who has an interest in American Football, which means that you are what I like to call a 'Jock'. For those who don't know or are too old or too young to know, the term 'Jock' doesn't mean a good athlete. It means something about an athlete, but it doesn't mean they're good. In my opinion, a Jock is someone who is rude, arrogant, beats up nerds and only dates his team's cheerleaders, while a good athlete is just someone who loves the sport they make their money from. Again, I'm sorry if this offends you, Jared, because that might totally be a stereotype and not who you are, but to be honest, that's just what I think."
Now that he has done speaking for a few seconds, Tyler looks around and goes to reach for something else from on the other side of the projector, this time taking the camera with him. As the camera goes over the old projector, it shows a black overnight bag filled with different creams, ointments and products as well as things like tweezers, combs, toothpicks and a whole lot more. Taking a toothpick, Tyler begins to dig around in his teeth for a few seconds while looking away from the camera, before he returns his attention for the third time with a white, pearly smile, flicking the toothpick off-camera without paying too much attention to it.
"Now, moving onto my next opponent, a man by the name of Ethan Evans. Now, Ethan, I have never even met you before, but I saw your own video about our match and I found it vaguely interesting. You say that you don't know what my ambitions are? Well that's good, because I don't want you to know them. I don't want to be champion or be the best that I can be, although that would be nice, I am here in Chaos Wrestling because there is a lack of, well, style." Tyler then clasps his hands together and leans forward on the chair, before crossing his arms and grinning. "You say that everything that I have achieved before I entered The Dungeon doesn't matter now that I am here, and I'd love to be able to say that you're right, but it's actually sad to say that you've inflated my ego even more. I don't have to strive to be better than anyone else in this promotion, nor do I have to listen to a word that comes out of your mouth, because when I knee your teeth down your throat and drop you down to the mat like a ragdoll, you will know that I am better than you, and you will understand that being a multi-time champion means nothing when you step into the ring with the best up-and-coming wrestler that the American independent wrestling scene has witnessed in a very long time."
Tyler dismounts his chair and stretches his arms out, looking out into the darkness of the room he is in, before he crouches down and looks at the camera, flicking it with his index finger and smiling. "When Anarchy comes around, I won't need your wise words, Ethan Evans, because I'll already be wrestling circles around you when we meet in the middle of that ring. I'm not nervous, nor am I afraid, because I know exactly what I have to do to win, and that's to make sure you don't get up after I plant my knee into the side of your head. As for you, Jared Jet, you'd be wise to stay out of my way. These aren't the ramblings of a man who thinks he is the toughest man on the planet, because I'm not. Instead, this is the video diary of the next Chaos Champion, and this is my first commandment."
"Thou shall not mess with Tyler Keenan, for he shall be the one who will bring about your end."
Tyler knocks the chair over with a gentle push of his foot and walks away into the darkness, before the camera turns to static and loudly crackling, until the feed goes dead and the camera turns off.