Kid You're Gonna Be a Star! [Baby's First Promo]

[Saylor]

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"Alright... It's about time. I know its cliché, but my watch tells me that it's put up or shut up time. When the clock strikes, I get to see a childhood dream realized. I get to step in a wrestling ring for the first time, and I get to make art.

I disagree with the idea that wrestling is pure athletic competition. Sure, it takes some time in the gym to get your body right enough to endure it all. Sure, it's a sport of the triumphant and the triumphed. However, pro wrestling is... EXPRESSION! Wrestling to me, is using that ring as a canvas to paint a perfect picture of what defines you as a person. I've sat in the seats as a fan before. I've looked out into the ring, and through the flashy moves... deeper than the bone crunching power, and well past the time-crafted flawless technical prowess... The purest thing I've ever seen is the desire and passion in a person's eyes when they're fighting tooth-and-nail for the right to express their art out there.

Thursday... December twenty-night, I get to give that look. The real Thursday Night Challenge for me isn't Jaelynn Ramsey. No, my challenge is proving that as a wrestler I have a voice. My challenge is to step into that ring in Center Stage Arena, and use the tools God gave me to show every man, woman, and child in Los Angeles and beyond... Exactly... What... Defines... Me.

While I can't wait to express myself in actions on Thursday, I feel that is necessary to shed some light on the self-discovieres I've made on the way to this monumental moment coming very soon. After all, training for something important can be very transformative! I don't know my opponent very well. I bet she'd tell ya the same. The only thing she can really gather from me is my twitter handle. But I've learned that there is much more to me than what I can blurt out in one-hundred-and-forty characters or less ha-ha.

So... Jaelynn allow me to give you the spark notes for lesson uno of Saylor one-oh-one without the little blue birds and retweeted gifs.

I didn't start easy, blessed to be apart of a family with a rich lineage embedded in professional wrestling. My parents were fabric tailors from Cairo who busted their ass and hustled for the little corner in the shopette at Laurelhurst we've owned for almost twenty years. My parents believed it was a privilege and not an inherent right to chase after their American dream. To me, wrestling is a privilege... Not an opportunity in its entirety. Everyday I walk into the gym is another day I have to earn my stripes. I've taken this attitude with me every step of the way. Everyday is a new obstacle... Everyday I wake up with something to prove to the world and to myself...

Now I bet you're wondering why I do it... Why I have this drive to be a successful pro wrestler when there's a litany of other things I can be focusing my time and my energy on...

Let me answer your query with a question of my own...

Have you every wanted anything as badly as I want this? Have you ever felt so-ooooo parched, and there was literally only one thing that could possibly quench that thirst? If it was fifty feet away from you, and you had absolutely nothing left in the tank to keep going.... Would you crawl on your hands and knees just to get to it? How about a hundred feet? Would you still crawl?

I've learned about myself in a very short time int his business that it takes a special type of person to go the distance. The industry is big and booming! Any Joe Schmo halfway in shape can paid the dues and fees to start training because of his wanting to be a wrestler... You saw my audition tape... This is my dream. I don't want this...

I need this!

And this difference is that when you need something, it becomes a responsibility to go out there and seize it! 

Jaelynn...

I know you're gonna see this before our match. When you look across the ring at me Thursday, if nothing I say will ever stick to you as long as we share ring and promotion together... I want you to look into my eyes... I want you too see how badly I need this... That I won't stop... That I won't quit until I make it!

I want you to remember these words...

Yakun aljism 'aw 'an yakun shakhs Ma!

(Be a body, or Be Somebody)

To you they might be nothing... But to me... Everything..."

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