My Name is Nathan Lucas

[Nathan Lucas]

My name is Nathan Lucas, and I’m what they call “fresh meat” around these parts.

I’m 24 years old, and I’m originally from a little town called Chicago; maybe you’ve heard of it? I wrestled in high school, and was a State Champion. I got a wrestling scholarship from Loyola University, won State again, and moved on to bigger and better things… being named an All-American.

When I graduated I started training to go into mixed martial arts, like most college wrestlers that can’t hold down a desk job do. I was a Golden Gloves boxer, and I earned a second degree black belt in Gracie jiu-jitsu. I was on my way to becoming one of the most well rounded fighters in the country… until a kimura snapped my shoulder in my first professional fight.

I was told it would take 11 months to heal and rehabilitate after surgery. I did it in 7. I called every MMA organization that would listen, reminding them that I was 12-1 as an amateur, and one minor setback wasn’t the end of me. I bragged about my blackbelt, I boasted about my boxing skill, but no one had prepared me for what happened. The sport I trained my whole life for didn’t want me back.

Let’s fast forward another 3 months or so, past the alcoholism and self pity, and you’ll find that when one door closes another opens. Enter Christian Connolly, a professional wrestler who cut his teeth in the XWF and eventually opened multiple companies of his own. Seeing potential, he signed me to an entry level contract in his entry level promotion… Pro Wrestling Elite. I dominated my first match, winning with a kimura. Irony, bitches. I won my second match after a devastating slam left my opponent out cold. I won my third in 18 seconds, and earned myself a title shot.

Her name was Roshan Nocturne, and she was the PWE Vicious Champion. She had held the belt for nearly a year, tearing down everyone that was built up before her. She had never met me. It took four minutes, and it cost me about two pints of blood, but I threw everything I had at her right off the bat and won the championship, shocking the world. It was only then that everyone else started to take notice.

MMA came calling, inviting me back now that I had proven that my recovery was complete. Unfortunately, a better opportunity came calling as well; The WGWF.

I never thought I would choose pro wrestling over mixed martial arts, but when I saw all of the zeros on the check, and I saw the level of world-class competition, and I got promised a title shot to make up for the PWE belt that I was giving up… well… it was an easy decision. I beat five men in my debut, and I beat the World Champion in my follow up match. In the third match (3 must be my lucky number?) I beat three other men to win the Television title, which I held for 4 months before being put on the shelf with an injury. The 4 month reign was a WGWF record, as were my 9 successful defenses. I was becoming a top name; and then everything went to shit. I asked for a shot at the Intercontinental title, the next belt on the ladder, and was immediately denied. I was a finalist in the 16 man Master of the Mat tournament, and was pulled so that James Raven could take my place… worse yet, I was released from my contract after being told the company didn’t believe that I was fully healed. I took my show on the road, winning a title in MLW as well as a WPW Fed Cup, but I realized then that I needed to make a change.

I took 6 months away from active competition, and relocated to Toronto where James Raven had opened the HILITE gym. I learned from him and his long time friend, Dustin, though some of you may know him better by the name “Big Shank”. I met some cool people, and I learned some killer technique.

Now’s the time to show the world.

I am the fastest rising star in the sport, and soon enough I’ll be the top dog in WPW. You all WILL respect me, and if you’re charged with taking me out, you WILL fear me. This is about redemption, about making up for past failures. I won’t let my momentum be stopped again. It starts with Gary Hallmark… it continues to the Fed Cup: LA… it climaxes at the Roy Lee Rumble… and it concludes with the World title finally hoisted on my own shoulder. I dare any one of you to stop me.

My name is Nathan Lucas, and I’m what they call “fresh meat” around these parts. It’s time to see if I can change that. Game over… thanks for playing.