We cut to footage recorded before the show. The ring is being constructed, audience chairs lined up just so, and groups of ring crew scurry around making sure everything is in order. One individual stands out from the group: a lanky young man with long dark hair and a Classic Wrestling t-shirt walks into view, eyes wide as saucers, walking in half circles in absolute awe of the whole process. Oblivious to the world around him, the young man doesn’t see two ring crew walking with one of the massive steel cross beams for the ring. Off camera, we hear a gruff-voiced ring crew yell.
Crew: Marty! DUCK!
The lanky young man whips his head in the direction of the voice and, with nary an inch to spare, manages to duck out of the way of the incoming beam. He stands straight back up with a nervous laugh.
Marty: Geez. Thanks, man! That was close!
An older man that looks like a seasoned crew worker comes over and claps a meaty palm on Marty’s shoulder, causing the slight man to buckle slightly.
Crew: Dang, kid. You really gotta keep your eyes open. That would’ve taken your head off.
Marty: I know, I know, but just look at all this! This is amazing!
Marty looks around the arena, nodding in agreement with himself. He speaks in a quieter voice, more to himself than anything, his eyes wandering the arena once more.
Marty: This is everything I’ve ever wanted… since I was a little kid, all I wanted to be was –
Crew: Sure, kid. Sure. Go help Frankie with the ropes, will ya?
Marty snaps back to attention.
Marty: Right! On it!
Marty jogs off, the senior ring crew shakes his head with a small smile.