Get The Blood Pumping

After the opening bout of the new era of PRIME, the camera feed cuts to the back, the new faces making way for one of its most accomplished and feared from its past.

Brandon Youngblood.

Sitting in a chair, his shaved head is bowed. In his early forties, it is hard to tell given his physical credentials; he looks to be in absolutely phenomenal shape, all taut and chiseled muscle. He slowly draws his head upward, a stern look peering through the lens as we see the sweat on his forehead, watch as it drips in beads from his nostrils.

Brandon Youngblood: Jonathan-Christopher Hall. The last time I was near a PRIME ring, I was inducted into its Hall of Fame. All for a career that started before you were even ten. I want you to think about that…

He folds his arms across his massive chest, taking in a few breaths.

Brandon Youngblood: Before your voice dropped, I held 5 Star Championships here. Became a pillar and a pariah. You walk around these halls, and you’ll see faces on faces on faces that I’ve fought, that I’ve beaten, that I’ve conquered. The best. Rising stars. And here we are…

A faint smirk crosses his face.

Brandon Youngblood: Your wife said that when I look at the both of you, that I saw two newbies. She said inside you is the heart of a lion. Show me, Jonathan. Show me that lion that you got welled up inside, because you’re gonna need it. And not only that…she’s gonna need it.

He becomes stoic in manner once again, cracking his knuckles.

Brandon Youngblood: This is your shot. To make your mark. And believe me, I know that. But this isn’t a soap opera. Things don’t get neatly tied up with a rose at the end of forty-four minutes. She doesn’t understand what you’re stepping into the ring with…but you do. You know or you wouldn’t have been burying your head in your hands, when your wife was dropping my name. The last time I wrestled one on one in this ring, it was with Jason Snow. And he beat me. But not until after I’d beaten him ragged and raw. You prepared? Prepared for the same? Because that’s what’s coming. Me? I’m on a crusade. You might beat me. But in the end, no matter what…I’m taking my piece.

And with that, the camera feed cuts to The Anglo Luchador and Angelica Brooks.