Backstage, Classic Wrestling newcomer Marty Murdoch watches his Capital Clash tag team debut on a monitor. He pumps his fists as the end of the match plays out and, judging by his reactions and physical leans and hops, it’s beyond obvious that he has watched this many… many times. He lets out an audible cheer when he and Harry catch the win. The monitor pauses on a shot of he and Harry with their arms raised. He spins around, a wide smile plastered on his face.
“That was the single… greatest night of my entire life!” Marty says.
He points back in the direction of the monitor.
“I gotta be honest, guys… when I finally came out from backstage and was walking toward the ring, I was terrified. I spent my whole life thinking of nothing else but, in that moment, I wanted to turn right back around and run home to Muncie!”
He ponders his next thought for a few moments.
“But you know what? You know what I thought of? I thought of those.. those.. JERKS. Mushigihara and Leon Van Zandt. I thought about how they pushed me down, how they acted like I didn’t belong here. I thought about all the other jerks back home that told me I’d never get here. And I said to myself, I said, ‘Marty… put one foot in front of the other and go show them what you’re made of’! And you know what?! I DID. I got in there and I whupped those guys’ butts…”
Marty stops, squints his eyes and raises his hands up with his palms forward.
“Wellllll… I guess it was really more Mr. Chest that did the butt whupping. But! But I… helped.”
He smiles and nods appreciatively.
After a few proud moments, Marty continues.
“And now that I am officially a professional wrestler and part of the Classic Wrestling roster, I have my first singles match! Ricky Broadway, I know that you’ve got experience on me, I know that you’re bigger than me, and I know that I have a lot of learning to do.”
“You might even think that you drew a lucky hand, that you got an easy night against the new guy. But, Mr. Broadway, if you do think that…”
Marty points back at the monitor.
“You remember, regardless of what you might think, I belong here. And I’m going to continue proving it to you and everybody else!”
Marty flashes a smile and a thumbs up toward the camera. Thinking the camera is off, he then immediately whips out his phone, quickly presses a few times, and brings the phone to his ear.
“Mom? I did a promo! Can you believe that?!”