Sitting on one of the wooden benches inside the OCW Men's Locker Room, there is Aiden Ryan shaking his head and laughing quietly to himself, while looking at the ground. He takes a breath and slowly lifts his head up looking at the camera, revealing a grin.. he begins to speak..
Aiden : Adam Rictor.. man does that name sound familiar, could it be? The same Adam Rictor, the "Pillar of Technical Wrestling". The same man that claimed he could wipe the floor with everyone that came through South City Wrestling, even that "Naive Kid from London", you never got that chance though, since I was called up to the big leagues with half of the years of experience you have, and you want to know why? I'm entertainment, but nonetheless here you are! You've made it after years of wrestling in High School gyms, you finally made it, Congratulations, really I mean it.
Aiden starts laughing.. but trying to keep a straight face, he begins to talk again
You're right about one thing, you shouldn't be ashamed to call yourself a Professional Wrestler, but maybe you should be more focused on how you're going to keep your self afloat in this shark tank when all you have going for you, is headlocks, and arm drags...and then you have the insolence to disrespect something you don't understand..
Aiden's smile turns into an irritated and offended look..
Look at you, you're calling my lifestyle a disgrace, because I have tattoos and piercings, but mate, you're the disgrace to this sport. Begging these fans, these minions to support you, its sad, it really is because, guys like me.. we don't need to ask or plead for them to want to see us, they might hate me, despise me, and dislike what I stand for, but they respect my abilities, and they envy what I can do inside a ring, and every since I started doing this, people have filled seats to see me go in the ring because they want to see excitement, not chin locks, and toe holds.
Aiden takes another deep breath...
But hey, maybe you'll finally get your chance, to beat that Naive Kid.