Tucker G. Alston is jogging the suburban streets of Summit, NJ. Dressed in a skin tight performance tee and ratty old navy blue gym shorts, Tucker runs at a brisk pace down one of the busy streets in town. His face already drenched in sweat, his shirt is damp even though the material is supposed to whisk it away. As Tucker continues his run, his thoughts start to focus.

Tucker G. Alston (V.O.): One Dream.

Most people in this business have spent their whole lives sharing the same dream. To make it to the top. To be the very best. To be a champion in this sport. Most people in this business have had this dream since they were a child. A whole life’s works building up to one specific goal. To be a champion.

I did not have this dream. I did not want to be in this business. I did not want to be champion. It was never a thought in my mind. It was never an option. Sure, I was a fan since a young child. Sure, I had made my own championship belt out of paper. But what kid doesn’t do that? No. My life’s goal was never to be a wrestling champion.

And yet here I am. One win away from being exactly that. And it comes in my second match of my career. How I got here, I have no idea. To have this opportunity, this quickly, is unimaginable. To have a shot at winning a championship in my first night of being in this business just doesn’t happen.

And yet here I am.

A battle royal for the Southern Heritage Championship. A match where anything can happen. A match where anyone can win or lose based solely on luck or being in the right place at the wrong time. A match where a guy with absolutely no experience in the ring has an equal shot at winning as a man who is a former champion who contended for a world title. A match that I just might… just might… win.

Five years ago, I stepped into a wrestling ring for the first time in my life. I tried it out. Felt how different it felt to what I had imagined. At that time, I never thought I would ever wrestle. Heck, I barely thought I would use it while I worked out. I really just wanted to stand in the middle of the ring and bounce off the ropes once. Just to see how it would feel.

But that was five years ago. With that first bounce of the ropes, I was hooked. I was hooked on something, but I couldn’t quite pinpoint it. But my workouts changed. I added more and more things that would require the ring to be used. Simple sparring, running the ropes, you name it. But it wasn’t enough. The hunger kept growing. I needed more. And so I hired a trainer. I learned moves. I learned my way around the ring a bit. And then finally it hit me.

I was laying on my back. Sweaty. Out of breath. My trainer had put me through a long series of moves and bumps. I was exhausted. And yet there I was. On my back on the hard mat. Covered in my own sweat. And I was in heaven. It was then that it finally hit me. It was then that I finally had the moment, the epiphany that everyone else had back when they were a kid.

I wanted to become a professional wrestler.  I wanted to become a champion.

That was five years ago. And now finally, I have a chance to make my dream come true. I have a chance to leave Untouchable as a champion. I have a chance. That’s really all I need. All my life, all I needed was a chance, and I took it. I made the most of it each and every time the opportunity arose. And this time will be no different.

I have dedicated the last five years of my life to try and fulfill my dream. I know it has been only five years, and there are some that will be sharing the ring with me that have been working much longer to achieve their dream. But one thing I know sets me apart from each and every one that I’ll face in the ring.

I want it more.

The last five years have been consumed with my drive to get into the ring. The last five years have been filled with countless hours of training, of learning to get me prepared. I have practically lived in the gym for the last five years, pushing myself beyond the breaking point each and every day. And I’ve done it all to push me closer to my dream. To get me within reach. To get me my championship.

I have put everything in my life aside. I have put everything I have into this training. I am in the best shape of my life, mentally and physically. I am prepared. I am ready. My debut is finally just around the corner. My one chance at making a name for myself. My one chance at turning my life around. My one chance at glory.

I cannot fail. I will not fail. No one will get in my way and ruin what I have worked so hard for. Sam Turner will not stop me. Sam Turner will not beat me. I will succeed in my first match. I will win my first match. That I know will be true. I have worked too hard, prepared too long, for it not to be.

But my celebration will be short lived. I will not enjoy that win for long. Even though it will be my first career win, it will be short lived in my mind. There will be time to savor it later. But not on that night. Once that bell rings, and my name is announced as the winner, my focus will change.

The battle royal.

My debut win over Sam Turner is just the first step. The first step of many. And it will lead me right to my first title match, the battle royal. My night will not be complete until after I win the Southern Heritage championship. My night will not be successful until that belt is held high above my head.

Only then will my dream come true.

Failure is not an option.

Tucker G. Alston picks up the pace of his jog, he makes his first right onto a side street and breaks into a dead sprint.

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