SAY MY NAME
Backstage, where the words live.
The words are commanded by Angelica Brooks, the undisputed Queen of PRIME Journalism. Armed with her microphone, she is standing next to one of tonight’s competitors, Nate Colton. As always, he is wearing his signature blue satin jacket with “NATE” written on the front.
Maybe you remember all the way back to ReV17, where we talked about how Nate brings a different energy right before a match. Even if you do remember that discussion, you might not be ready for the kind of energy he’s putting out right now. Colton is buzzing with excitement already; his hands are shaking and he’s almost jumping up and down next to Brooks. It’s like someone plugged a power cable right into the back of his head.
Welcome to the big time, kid.
Angelica Brooks: Hello, PRIME faithful! I’m here with Nate Colton, who will be getting his first shot at gold tonight when he takes on Rezin, Brandon Youngblood, and defending champion FLAMBERGE for the Five Star Title!
Nate Colton: Can you feel it, Angie? Can you FEEL it?! New York City! Madison Square Garden! TWENTY THOUSAND STRONG!
Nate Colton: There’s an energy tonight and EVERYONE is feeling it! The biggest weekend of the year, and the biggest fight of my life! I feel like I say that every time I step in the ring, but I promise it’s going to be a LONG time before they top this one.
Angelica Brooks: I would have to agree. A champion would have his hands full with any one of tonight’s challengers, let alone all three.
Nate Colton: That’s right. Every single one of us is going in with something to prove. FLAMBO’s had a fire under his ass ever since UltraViolence, and maybe I don’t like the way he does it, but I can’t deny he takes care of business in the ring. Rezin? That dude is capable of anything…like getting a flamethrower to the roof of the Grand. I don’t think he brought it tonight–I HOPE he didn’t bring it tonight–but he doesn’t need it. He’s crafty, ruthless, and tough as nails. Last but not least, the damn Tower of Babel himself. Winner of the Almasy, first and best Universal Champion of the new era, and best Five Star Champion of the old one. And a guy who just signed a big damn contract, and no doubt he wants to prove he deserves it. Now, that’s a murderer’s row right there. Most wrestlers would make a mess in their tights if they saw themselves in a match like that.
Angelica Brooks: Something tells me that’s not the case for you tonight.
Nate Colton: No way! This is what Colossus is all about! You put the best in the world in that ring, raise the stakes up to the sky, and see who stands tallest at the end of the night! We are going to set Madison Square Garden on FIRE, and when we’re done there’s no question of what the Five Star Title means to the four of us.
Angelica Brooks: Any final words for your opponents? Maybe a prediction?
Nate Colton: Oh, I’ve got no idea what’s going to happen tonight. God willing, it’ll be me that gets to put the Five Star Title around my waist. But I promise you this! First, whoever wins that match is going to damn well deserve it. Second, if you go up to people tomorrow morning and ask who made their mark at Colossus, who cemented himself as the future of PRIME, who’s the real damn deal? There’s one thing that everyone’s gonna do.
He pauses her, and Angie gits a hint–just a hint–of a smirk, as she considers not feeding him a line. She decides not to follow that impulse, because she’s a professional…and besides, it’s obvious that he worked really hard on this.
Angelica Brooks: And what’s that?
Nate Colton: They are gonna say. My. Name.
He spins around to put his back toward the camera, calling attention to the back of his jacket. “COLTON” is written across the back, in much larger letters.
Nate Colton: Boom!
Brooks is working very hard to stifle a laugh now, as Colton turns and walks out of the shot.
Angelica Brooks: As you can see, the Next Diamond is very excited for his title match tonight. But will it be enough? That remains to be seen. Let’s go back to Nick and Richard at ringside.
The camera cuts back to our announce table, where Richard Parker is rolling his eyes like a champion.
Richard Parker: Oh my God, what a friggin’ dork.