Post by devilsaint on May 9, 2015 9:09:13 GMT -8
ALEX HEALY BANNER WOULD GO HERE IF I HAD ONE. 
The scene opens up to Alex Healy in his Toronto apartment. In the background is a nice shot of the CN Tower, showing how deep downtown he was. He has on a shirt that reads: "Chicks Dig Bass Players". However, due to the formatting of the shirt and the leather jacket he has over top of it, it now reads: "Chicks Dig ass Play". He has his hair tied up Beckham style; with the top layer tied back and the bottom left loose. Think 2003 Shawn Michaels but shorter. He has a silver chain that hangs every so slightly over his shirt; on the chain is a pair of cheap sunglasses with a generic rip-off brand name. Sunglasses are sunglasses to him. If they dim the world to a level where he can look up without being blinded then they are decent enough. They don't need to be "stylish" or "trendy". That's more inner monologue as opposed to setting description. I digress.
Healy looks to either side of him and leans in. "Hey America, long time, no see." He whispers into the microphone. "Are you ready for it? Well, too bad." He leans back to his original position and lifts his head confidently. In a booming voice he chants his opening catch phrase. "Hel-lo Canada, and Healy fans in the United States and Newfoundland. My name is Alex Healy, but of course, I don't expect you to remember that." His voice settles into a calm tone. "It has been a while since I have last had to put up a promo for a company outside of Canada, and let me tell you it is good to be back. One of the things I love about Canada is that every time I head south of the border it always has the same shimmer. It still creates the same level of excitement deep down inside of me. Basically what I am saying is that this is a great place to visit, but I would never want to live here. I love being able to come here and still feel like a visitor and still have that sense of adventure you all give me. But that's not why you came here. You came for some good old mud throwing."
"I face Kai Sanchez in what seems like a singles match, but I also have to deal with the rest of Triple Threat. So I suppose it looks more like a handicap match than a singles match. That's fine, I'm used to it. In fact, why don't you go ask Frank Washington about when I faced him and the rest of his little group. I was practically the only one giving any effort for my team. I was the only one rebelling against his little Uprising." He pauses to contemplate what he just said. "Allow me to clarify. I was the only one rebelling against that little Uprising in that match." Healy does little chopping motions with his hands as he clarifies. "Also, I feel like it is important to mention that I lost that match, but that's a minor caveat. I was young and stupid at the time. I was going in at a ten when I should have calmed down and went at them at about a five or six. I made rookie mistakes and I learned from it." The camera angle cuts just to the right of Healy. "Speaking of which, Frank, it looks like you are on a better path now. Regardless, I want one match so that I can have closure on that part of my career." The camera cuts back to the straight on view. "But that's a different promo for a different time. Right now I am talking about Kai Sanchez.
"I've seen a little of how you work; both in ring and when you are on the mic. When on the mic it looks more like you are trying to be Jamie Static or Matthew Crosslin. From what I have seen -which I will admit is very little- you're a guy that likes to talk shit and talk sex. You bang seventeen girls everyday and go aaaaaaaall-" he drags the a in all. "-night long. Cool. Good job." He says very flat. "I personally like to leave my personal life personal, but you can do whatever the hell you feel like. Though, I beg you-" He brings his hands together as if in prayer. "-please leave that shit off-camera. I really don't want to see it, and I don't think the fans do either. Let's just keep this about the match. Not about how you are going to run right through me. Not about how I don't know you, because I already said I know very little about you. This is all based on what I've seen in a few other promotions, and I only half-paid attention to you. No offense, but I don't like watching dicks." The camera cuts to the right of him. "And that, children, is what is known as a double entendre." The camera cuts back to the frontal view again.
"I don't want to hear about your sexcapades or have to deal with the sass I'm sure your two lady friends will add. I suppose what I am trying to say is don't get too cocky. You and I both seem to be very good in the ring. I focused my style on becoming the best technical wrestler anyone has ever seen. I'm obviously not there quite yet, but I have a very solid base from which to start from. Much like me, you are no god in the ring either. Much like I used to be, you thrive when you are three steps ahead of your opponent. It is a very easy trap to fall into. Try to always be better than your opponent and you lose yourself. You lose track of your limits and how to work in such a way that you won't be crippled at the age of thirty, which isn't far away. I've matured and have slowed down. I know my weaknesses and I am not afraid of them. I thrive when I am weak because it is my chance to change. It is my chance to evolve and become stronger. So if you find a weakness in me, if you try to exploit it; I welcome it. Bring it on, and I will adapt and change. The way I look at it, when you lie to yourself and everyone and tell everyone that you are king shit you start to lose sight of your own morality. You forget your moral's and become corrupted. I've seen it happen a lot and I've fought with people about this." Healy shrugs. "But I don't know you too well. Much like Frank Washington, you could have changed since I last saw you at an event. You could be completely different from the dicks and pricks I have come across in this business. And if you prove me wrong, I will formally apologize for getting you all wrong." Outro time, baby. "But I suppose we will find out at Gold Rush. Until then you can find me on @indydarling on the Twits. Like and subscribe to the Youtube channel you found this on, and of course. Don't forget to allllways feel the-" He pretends as if he is about to do an elbow strike. "Booom, ba-bah!"
EDN
The scene opens up to Alex Healy in his Toronto apartment. In the background is a nice shot of the CN Tower, showing how deep downtown he was. He has on a shirt that reads: "Chicks Dig Bass Players". However, due to the formatting of the shirt and the leather jacket he has over top of it, it now reads: "Chicks Dig ass Play". He has his hair tied up Beckham style; with the top layer tied back and the bottom left loose. Think 2003 Shawn Michaels but shorter. He has a silver chain that hangs every so slightly over his shirt; on the chain is a pair of cheap sunglasses with a generic rip-off brand name. Sunglasses are sunglasses to him. If they dim the world to a level where he can look up without being blinded then they are decent enough. They don't need to be "stylish" or "trendy". That's more inner monologue as opposed to setting description. I digress.
Healy looks to either side of him and leans in. "Hey America, long time, no see." He whispers into the microphone. "Are you ready for it? Well, too bad." He leans back to his original position and lifts his head confidently. In a booming voice he chants his opening catch phrase. "Hel-lo Canada, and Healy fans in the United States and Newfoundland. My name is Alex Healy, but of course, I don't expect you to remember that." His voice settles into a calm tone. "It has been a while since I have last had to put up a promo for a company outside of Canada, and let me tell you it is good to be back. One of the things I love about Canada is that every time I head south of the border it always has the same shimmer. It still creates the same level of excitement deep down inside of me. Basically what I am saying is that this is a great place to visit, but I would never want to live here. I love being able to come here and still feel like a visitor and still have that sense of adventure you all give me. But that's not why you came here. You came for some good old mud throwing."
"I face Kai Sanchez in what seems like a singles match, but I also have to deal with the rest of Triple Threat. So I suppose it looks more like a handicap match than a singles match. That's fine, I'm used to it. In fact, why don't you go ask Frank Washington about when I faced him and the rest of his little group. I was practically the only one giving any effort for my team. I was the only one rebelling against his little Uprising." He pauses to contemplate what he just said. "Allow me to clarify. I was the only one rebelling against that little Uprising in that match." Healy does little chopping motions with his hands as he clarifies. "Also, I feel like it is important to mention that I lost that match, but that's a minor caveat. I was young and stupid at the time. I was going in at a ten when I should have calmed down and went at them at about a five or six. I made rookie mistakes and I learned from it." The camera angle cuts just to the right of Healy. "Speaking of which, Frank, it looks like you are on a better path now. Regardless, I want one match so that I can have closure on that part of my career." The camera cuts back to the straight on view. "But that's a different promo for a different time. Right now I am talking about Kai Sanchez.
"I've seen a little of how you work; both in ring and when you are on the mic. When on the mic it looks more like you are trying to be Jamie Static or Matthew Crosslin. From what I have seen -which I will admit is very little- you're a guy that likes to talk shit and talk sex. You bang seventeen girls everyday and go aaaaaaaall-" he drags the a in all. "-night long. Cool. Good job." He says very flat. "I personally like to leave my personal life personal, but you can do whatever the hell you feel like. Though, I beg you-" He brings his hands together as if in prayer. "-please leave that shit off-camera. I really don't want to see it, and I don't think the fans do either. Let's just keep this about the match. Not about how you are going to run right through me. Not about how I don't know you, because I already said I know very little about you. This is all based on what I've seen in a few other promotions, and I only half-paid attention to you. No offense, but I don't like watching dicks." The camera cuts to the right of him. "And that, children, is what is known as a double entendre." The camera cuts back to the frontal view again.
"I don't want to hear about your sexcapades or have to deal with the sass I'm sure your two lady friends will add. I suppose what I am trying to say is don't get too cocky. You and I both seem to be very good in the ring. I focused my style on becoming the best technical wrestler anyone has ever seen. I'm obviously not there quite yet, but I have a very solid base from which to start from. Much like me, you are no god in the ring either. Much like I used to be, you thrive when you are three steps ahead of your opponent. It is a very easy trap to fall into. Try to always be better than your opponent and you lose yourself. You lose track of your limits and how to work in such a way that you won't be crippled at the age of thirty, which isn't far away. I've matured and have slowed down. I know my weaknesses and I am not afraid of them. I thrive when I am weak because it is my chance to change. It is my chance to evolve and become stronger. So if you find a weakness in me, if you try to exploit it; I welcome it. Bring it on, and I will adapt and change. The way I look at it, when you lie to yourself and everyone and tell everyone that you are king shit you start to lose sight of your own morality. You forget your moral's and become corrupted. I've seen it happen a lot and I've fought with people about this." Healy shrugs. "But I don't know you too well. Much like Frank Washington, you could have changed since I last saw you at an event. You could be completely different from the dicks and pricks I have come across in this business. And if you prove me wrong, I will formally apologize for getting you all wrong." Outro time, baby. "But I suppose we will find out at Gold Rush. Until then you can find me on @indydarling on the Twits. Like and subscribe to the Youtube channel you found this on, and of course. Don't forget to allllways feel the-" He pretends as if he is about to do an elbow strike. "Booom, ba-bah!"
EDN
