Your new NWC Champion!

[Patrick]

The lights dim as "High Hopes" starts to play.

A spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp as Patrick, clad in a purple and gold robe with the NWC Championship around his waist steps out grinning from ear to ear. The spotlight reflects off his sunglasses as he holds his arms out basking in the moment.

Strutting for a moment he quickly spins around laughing before running to the ramp and greeting audience members as his up-beat music plays. He takes his time excitedly giving high-fives, taking selfies, and autographing signs. As he gets to the bottom of the ramp he looks back at the titantron showing a close-up of his face.

Smiling Patrick does another spin, snaps his fingers, and finger guns pointing at the image of himself smiling on camera as if to say, "Hey look! It's me!"

Marching up the steps to the ring Patrick steps through the ropes and spins around slower this time with his arms stretched out showing himself off to the crowd.

After being handed a mic Patrick takes a moment to breathe grinning as he gives a slightly exaggerated shiver of excitement before taking off his sunglasses and finally speaking.

"Wow! Just...wow!

Look at all of this! Man, sorry. You know, no matter how many times I march down to the ring like that I never get used to it.

Well, for those of you who might be wondering, allow me to introduce myself."

Taking the title off his waist he holds it up for all to see, "My name is Patrick and I am your N.W.C. Champion!"

Patrick smiles a bit at the mixture of cheers and boos coming from the audience before draping the title over his shoulder.

"Now, I know. I know. Not all of you were glad to see me win this title. I'm sure Billy Cody has quite a few fans out there. And hell, he put up a damn good fight. All the respect in the world to that tough SOB. But now, here I stand. Title in hand.

I have worked my entire life for this moment. To stand here in front of all of you like this."

Patrick points to the commentary desk, "I started out behind a desk just like that...well, not just like that. That one looks a bit cleaner. But yeah, I was just a fan who somehow got a job calling the matches that we all love. Just like all of you I loved this. Coming out here, cheering, booing, just enjoying every single match. Watching people put their bodies on the line and compete for a chance to win it all.

But I wanted something more. I knew I could be something more.

So I trained. And trained. And trained some more.

And then finally...after all of that training...I had my first match. And...I lost!" Patrick laughs to himself.

"Pretty bad actually. But hey, you can't stop when you hit the wall. You just gotta keep moving. Gotta dust yourself off and get right back up on that horse. That's right, I've been thrown off production trucks, through tables, fallen off ladders, hit with chairs, and nearly died when a certain someone..." Patrick pauses for effect.

"Threw me into an industrial electrical breaker box.

I've been in and out of the hospital, wrapped in bandages like a mummy, fought through concussions and burns, sweated blood, and been blinded by tears! I have ground my knuckles into the dirt, spit out teeth, reset bones, and fought with Every. Single. Fiber of my Being!

I have been underestimated, ridiculed, spat on, and told so many times that I would never make it! To give up and go home! That I just...wasn't...good enough!

And yet...here I stand.

I never gave up. I punched my way through that wall and became exactly what I've dreamt of ever since I was 5-years-old doing elbow drops on pillows from the corner of my bed.

I stand here as proof. That with hard work. With determination! With a dream in your head and hope in your heart! You can do anything!"

Patrick takes a moment, standing there tearing up as he listens to the crowd.

"So...here I am. The NWC Champion. Ready to take on the best each promotion in this region has to offer. And while no man can hold a title forever I gotta tell you, I don't plan on losing anytime soon.

Thank you. To all of you. Each and every single one of you. Love me. Hate me. Whichever side of the fence you are on. Thank you for coming out here and being apart of this thing that is such a big part of all of our lives."

With tears now streaming down his face Patrick continues on.

"And I promise. That I will be out here. Fighting for all of our dreams. Not just mine. But yours-" Patrick starts pointing to people in the crowd, "-and yours! And yours! For everyone here in this stadium and everyone watching at home dreaming of something more! Dreaming of what could be!

To show you that no matter where you come from or where you are in life...all you have to do is fight! Fight like your life depends on it! And then fight some more! Become the person you were meant to be!

My name...is Patrick the Professional. Now, lets get down to business and kick some ass."