Post by ASCENT on Aug 13, 2017 21:38:33 GMT -5
O’Maine Studios was nothing like any venue soon-to-be ASCENT General Manager Erik Hawke might have pictured. Gymnasiums, banquet halls, pavilions. Those were the sorts of places that came to mind when one thought of independent wrestling events. This was...
Jasper Kincaid — Will it work?
Hawke’s thoughts were interrupted. He looked over to Jasper Kincaid, who hardly painted the image of a man who would start a wrestling promotion, and felt the smile on his own face growing. He quickly looked back across the studio.
Erik Hawke — Oh, it’ll work alright. The lighting and sound is nearly done for us, they’ve got all the equipment. Filming here couldn’t be easier. The garage door makes getting the ring and our own equipment in and out a breeze. We can put the stage right in front of the projection wall and we won’t even need our own screens.
Gesturing to each element as he mentioned it, Erik hoped that Kincaid could see what he saw in his mind’s eye. He could already picture everything he wanted to do. It would be unique from any other set up he had seen, it would set them apart. Not just apart, above.
Erik Hawke — The size and seating capacity is perfect for starting out. There’s even a wardrobe and makeup area where we can throw a few partitions up to give the talent some privacy. They’ll just have to get used to things being a little more… intimate than some of them might be used to.
Bigger was not always better. That was one thing Erik had seen time and again in his time with the industry, and as a fan. Some of the best people and best matches came from places still struggling to make a name. Places like he hoped ASCENT would become. The potential was there. The East Coast seemed so largely untapped it was a wonder someone hadn’t done this sooner.
Jasper Kincaid — It took a lot of convincing to get investors to sign on. They’re expecting a good return.
Erik Hawke — They won’t need anymore convincing after the first show.
Jasper Kincaid — For a first show, we need a roster, do we not?
Kincaid’s tone wasn’t particularly skeptical, and Hawke didn’t let the question ruffle him. Jasper was a business-minded man, and certainly not the first of his type that Hawke had met. He just needed to see that his money wasn’t about to be mishandled.
Erik Hawke — I’ve got more than a few ideas on that front. Building the roster won’t be a problem.
Perhaps Erik was feeling foolishly confident, but he had a vision and someone willing to let him bring it to life. He knew he could do it, and he knew he could find talent that would see what he saw and want to be a part of it. He didn’t need the biggest names in the industry or world-wide shows. What he needed was a solid group of competitors that wanted to be the best.
Jasper Kincaid — How soon can you be ready?
Hawke knew a veiled challenge when he heard one. Still, he kept smiling beneath his red beard. Thinking for a moment, he turned partially to face the dark-haired Kincaid.
Erik Hawke — How soon can you have me a ring, a stage, and a pair of titles?
Jasper Kincaid — Will it work?
Hawke’s thoughts were interrupted. He looked over to Jasper Kincaid, who hardly painted the image of a man who would start a wrestling promotion, and felt the smile on his own face growing. He quickly looked back across the studio.
Erik Hawke — Oh, it’ll work alright. The lighting and sound is nearly done for us, they’ve got all the equipment. Filming here couldn’t be easier. The garage door makes getting the ring and our own equipment in and out a breeze. We can put the stage right in front of the projection wall and we won’t even need our own screens.
Gesturing to each element as he mentioned it, Erik hoped that Kincaid could see what he saw in his mind’s eye. He could already picture everything he wanted to do. It would be unique from any other set up he had seen, it would set them apart. Not just apart, above.
Erik Hawke — The size and seating capacity is perfect for starting out. There’s even a wardrobe and makeup area where we can throw a few partitions up to give the talent some privacy. They’ll just have to get used to things being a little more… intimate than some of them might be used to.
Bigger was not always better. That was one thing Erik had seen time and again in his time with the industry, and as a fan. Some of the best people and best matches came from places still struggling to make a name. Places like he hoped ASCENT would become. The potential was there. The East Coast seemed so largely untapped it was a wonder someone hadn’t done this sooner.
Jasper Kincaid — It took a lot of convincing to get investors to sign on. They’re expecting a good return.
Erik Hawke — They won’t need anymore convincing after the first show.
Jasper Kincaid — For a first show, we need a roster, do we not?
Kincaid’s tone wasn’t particularly skeptical, and Hawke didn’t let the question ruffle him. Jasper was a business-minded man, and certainly not the first of his type that Hawke had met. He just needed to see that his money wasn’t about to be mishandled.
Erik Hawke — I’ve got more than a few ideas on that front. Building the roster won’t be a problem.
Perhaps Erik was feeling foolishly confident, but he had a vision and someone willing to let him bring it to life. He knew he could do it, and he knew he could find talent that would see what he saw and want to be a part of it. He didn’t need the biggest names in the industry or world-wide shows. What he needed was a solid group of competitors that wanted to be the best.
Jasper Kincaid — How soon can you be ready?
Hawke knew a veiled challenge when he heard one. Still, he kept smiling beneath his red beard. Thinking for a moment, he turned partially to face the dark-haired Kincaid.
Erik Hawke — How soon can you have me a ring, a stage, and a pair of titles?
