Post by jacksherry on Nov 21, 2024 4:40:20 GMT
The camera fades in to Jack Sherry once again, this time standing in the center of the ring under dimmed arena lights. His Worlds Lightweight Championship gleams over his shoulder, but his focus isn’t on the belt—it’s on the five men he’ll be facing in the CAPTAINS' TAG MATCH. The empty arena feels electric as his words echo off the walls.
Jack Sherry: Bulldog Spirit... Half-Nelson McGrath... Gavin Owens... Johnny Fresno... Tiger Kid. Five names with accolades, legacies, and reputations. Five men stepping into this ring as a team. But don’t mistake this for a mismatch, because the men standing with me are more than teammates—they’re believers. They believe in something bigger than titles and bragging rights. They believe in me.
He paces slowly, the gold of his belt catching the faint light with every movement.
Jack Sherry: Bulldog Spirit, you’re a captain, a leader of men, but this match? This isn’t about leading your team to glory. This is about proving who the true leader of this company is. I’ve carried this division, this sport, on my back, and every time they’ve doubted me, I’ve shown up and silenced them. You think your "All-Star Team" has what it takes to dethrone the king? Think again.
He pauses, smirking as he lifts the title off his shoulder and holds it out in front of him.
Jack Sherry: This belt is a symbol of everything I’ve overcome. The pressure, the challengers, the doubters—it all fuels me. And when I step into that ring with Arthur T. Turtle, George Thompson, Eamone Keane, and Barry Bridges by my side, we’re not just a team. We’re a reckoning.
Jack lowers the belt, his tone shifting from confident to fiery.
Jack Sherry: Gavin Owens, you’re riding high off that British Heavyweight Championship win. But let me remind you—you’re stepping into my ring. And Half-Nelson McGrath? You may suplex your way through most of the competition, but on Sunday, you’ll find out that power alone doesn’t win wars.
He takes a step forward, his voice commanding, his eyes piercing.
Jack Sherry: This isn’t just about winning. This is about defining. Defining who stands tall when the dust settles and whose legacy remains untouchable. So bring your best, gentlemen, because when the bell rings, my dream team and I will do what we do best: dominate. And Bulldog Spirit? By the time the final count is made, you’ll remember why this belt is on my shoulder... and not yours.
With a final glare into the camera, Jack Sherry hoists his championship high before the lights fade to black
Jack Sherry: Bulldog Spirit... Half-Nelson McGrath... Gavin Owens... Johnny Fresno... Tiger Kid. Five names with accolades, legacies, and reputations. Five men stepping into this ring as a team. But don’t mistake this for a mismatch, because the men standing with me are more than teammates—they’re believers. They believe in something bigger than titles and bragging rights. They believe in me.
He paces slowly, the gold of his belt catching the faint light with every movement.
Jack Sherry: Bulldog Spirit, you’re a captain, a leader of men, but this match? This isn’t about leading your team to glory. This is about proving who the true leader of this company is. I’ve carried this division, this sport, on my back, and every time they’ve doubted me, I’ve shown up and silenced them. You think your "All-Star Team" has what it takes to dethrone the king? Think again.
He pauses, smirking as he lifts the title off his shoulder and holds it out in front of him.
Jack Sherry: This belt is a symbol of everything I’ve overcome. The pressure, the challengers, the doubters—it all fuels me. And when I step into that ring with Arthur T. Turtle, George Thompson, Eamone Keane, and Barry Bridges by my side, we’re not just a team. We’re a reckoning.
Jack lowers the belt, his tone shifting from confident to fiery.
Jack Sherry: Gavin Owens, you’re riding high off that British Heavyweight Championship win. But let me remind you—you’re stepping into my ring. And Half-Nelson McGrath? You may suplex your way through most of the competition, but on Sunday, you’ll find out that power alone doesn’t win wars.
He takes a step forward, his voice commanding, his eyes piercing.
Jack Sherry: This isn’t just about winning. This is about defining. Defining who stands tall when the dust settles and whose legacy remains untouchable. So bring your best, gentlemen, because when the bell rings, my dream team and I will do what we do best: dominate. And Bulldog Spirit? By the time the final count is made, you’ll remember why this belt is on my shoulder... and not yours.
With a final glare into the camera, Jack Sherry hoists his championship high before the lights fade to black