Post by colossalot on Jul 16, 2024 20:46:18 GMT -5
“All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)
And the sky is gray (and the sky is gray)
I've been for a walk (I've been for a walk)
On a winter's day (on a winter's day)
I'd be safe and warm (I'd be safe and warm)
If I was in L.A. (if I was in L.A.)”
California Dreamin’ by The Mamas & The Papas plays in the background of a beautiful scenescape of Los Angeles, with the Hollywood sign creating the backdrop used similarly in movies. With a commanding presence upon first entrance, Owen Traeger makes his way into the frame, turning his back to the scenescape behind him and crossing his arms as he leans ever so confidently against the mid-back level steel frame with glass inline that comprises his balcony. Shirtless, chiseled, sunglasses on, he was setting the aura standard for his first appearance.
“Florida Wrestling Prestige. Now I’ve heard the questions. Why would Owen Traeger choose to work all the way in Florida when he lives in California? Why would Owen Traeger choose to enter this business at an age where most are looking for a way out? Why Owen Traeger at all?”
Owen smiles, offering a modest shrug.
“You know, in life, people usually fall into two categories. You are either an acclimator, or a defier. The acclimator, he does what’s expected, follows the path that’s been laid before him by many, and gives his best effort to make sure he fulfills the expectations placed on him by other people.”
Owen points to the camera.
“Then, you have the defier. He’s the man who sets his own expectations, raises his own bar, does what he wants to do, and carves out his own path.”
Then uses his thumbs to point to himself.
“That’s where I come in. See, I surveyed the landscape of the business. I looked around, I studied company after company after company, and I asked myself where I believed I could offer the most return on investment. So, I put ink to paper and chose to bring my talent to Florida Wrestling Prestige.”
Owen lowers his sunglasses slightly, raising an eyebrow.
“This really isn’t a complicated business to navigate, right? Aren’t we all in agreement that in order to reach the pinnacles we set for ourselves, we have to round out a package, or checklist of superstar qualities? Marketability… body… in ring accumen… autonomy… connection. Check, check, check, check, fucking check. Every single box is standing right before you, and the best part about it? It’s not stereotypical. I’m a big guy, but I will do things to take your breath away in ways Maverick wishes he could have. I offer an aura, a presence of grandiosity and exclusivity that makes people want to tune in. When I’m on, nobody wants to miss what will happen.”
Owen stands stoically, glaring into the camera as his hands motion over the front of his body.
“This isn’t a vanity project, it’s all function. This is money, this is elevation… this is transcendence. Bluntly, this is everything that Tom Carradine wishes he could be. This isn’t some David versus Goliath story, this is the Colossal versus the Comedian. While he is out getting laughed at for looking like he should have fronted an 80s Metal cover band on the strip, willing to blow a promoter to perform at The Whiskey, I’m over here offering up the superstar caliber experience that elevates myself, elevates the company, and primes me for the marquee.”
Owen holds his index finger up to his lips momentarily, motioning in thought before speaking once more.
“Scion provides a simple mission for me. I’m showing up to set the standard that I know needs to be set, so that everyone around me rises with my tide. Carradine is the loose lipped guy who sinks the ship. At Scion, I will make the first impression of a lifetime. Owen Traeger’s debut will mark a moment in wrestling history that changed the landscape, and that’s simply because I want to, and simply because I can. Lace up your boots, and say a prayer, Tom. I’m leaving you in a physical and mental limbo that only the divine can rescue you from.”
Owen smiles wide and winks mockingly before walking off camera, humming California Dreamin’ to himself.
And the sky is gray (and the sky is gray)
I've been for a walk (I've been for a walk)
On a winter's day (on a winter's day)
I'd be safe and warm (I'd be safe and warm)
If I was in L.A. (if I was in L.A.)”
California Dreamin’ by The Mamas & The Papas plays in the background of a beautiful scenescape of Los Angeles, with the Hollywood sign creating the backdrop used similarly in movies. With a commanding presence upon first entrance, Owen Traeger makes his way into the frame, turning his back to the scenescape behind him and crossing his arms as he leans ever so confidently against the mid-back level steel frame with glass inline that comprises his balcony. Shirtless, chiseled, sunglasses on, he was setting the aura standard for his first appearance.
“Florida Wrestling Prestige. Now I’ve heard the questions. Why would Owen Traeger choose to work all the way in Florida when he lives in California? Why would Owen Traeger choose to enter this business at an age where most are looking for a way out? Why Owen Traeger at all?”
Owen smiles, offering a modest shrug.
“You know, in life, people usually fall into two categories. You are either an acclimator, or a defier. The acclimator, he does what’s expected, follows the path that’s been laid before him by many, and gives his best effort to make sure he fulfills the expectations placed on him by other people.”
Owen points to the camera.
“Then, you have the defier. He’s the man who sets his own expectations, raises his own bar, does what he wants to do, and carves out his own path.”
Then uses his thumbs to point to himself.
“That’s where I come in. See, I surveyed the landscape of the business. I looked around, I studied company after company after company, and I asked myself where I believed I could offer the most return on investment. So, I put ink to paper and chose to bring my talent to Florida Wrestling Prestige.”
Owen lowers his sunglasses slightly, raising an eyebrow.
“This really isn’t a complicated business to navigate, right? Aren’t we all in agreement that in order to reach the pinnacles we set for ourselves, we have to round out a package, or checklist of superstar qualities? Marketability… body… in ring accumen… autonomy… connection. Check, check, check, check, fucking check. Every single box is standing right before you, and the best part about it? It’s not stereotypical. I’m a big guy, but I will do things to take your breath away in ways Maverick wishes he could have. I offer an aura, a presence of grandiosity and exclusivity that makes people want to tune in. When I’m on, nobody wants to miss what will happen.”
Owen stands stoically, glaring into the camera as his hands motion over the front of his body.
“This isn’t a vanity project, it’s all function. This is money, this is elevation… this is transcendence. Bluntly, this is everything that Tom Carradine wishes he could be. This isn’t some David versus Goliath story, this is the Colossal versus the Comedian. While he is out getting laughed at for looking like he should have fronted an 80s Metal cover band on the strip, willing to blow a promoter to perform at The Whiskey, I’m over here offering up the superstar caliber experience that elevates myself, elevates the company, and primes me for the marquee.”
Owen holds his index finger up to his lips momentarily, motioning in thought before speaking once more.
“Scion provides a simple mission for me. I’m showing up to set the standard that I know needs to be set, so that everyone around me rises with my tide. Carradine is the loose lipped guy who sinks the ship. At Scion, I will make the first impression of a lifetime. Owen Traeger’s debut will mark a moment in wrestling history that changed the landscape, and that’s simply because I want to, and simply because I can. Lace up your boots, and say a prayer, Tom. I’m leaving you in a physical and mental limbo that only the divine can rescue you from.”
Owen smiles wide and winks mockingly before walking off camera, humming California Dreamin’ to himself.
