[The camera opens up you find yourself inside which looks to
be a low budget gym. There's what seems to be a bench for
lifting weights in the back corner, we can't tell if that's what
it is because it looks like it's behind held up by a few cinder
blocks. In the dark room it seems to have a color of dingy to
say the least, black is fairly it's best color feature mostly
coming from the out dated and torn posters on the wall
mostly of which are past boxing and wrestling events. In the
foreground we notice one of the men we've noticed from
before, Justin Payne, this time just like last time he's wearing
mesh shorts, much like the ones he was wearing before
these however are red and from the looks look like they've
been around for quite some time, as the side logo of what it
really is has since been faded and washed away, which is
being Chicago Bulls shorts. He's wearing a black t-shirt with
green lettering on the front of it which simply reads
"One Shot". He's holding a bottle of water by the Poland
Spring company, he's talking with someone who's standing
right next to him. The mystery man standing next to him has
a full beard and unlike mister Payne, has shorter hair, not too
short that it's been shaved or even managerial to comb as
it seems like a hot mess, almost as if a flock of birds had come
by at some point and purposely attacked his hair and attempt
to turn it into one of their homes. The mystery man is
wearing a gray t-shirt with wording on the front of it, yet
due to it's unknown age and obviously wear and tear has
since been faded. He seems to be not one to know of a
proper color combination either for he's wearing faded bright
green sweatpants tucked into brown working boots. The
sweatpants have various tears in them as the boots, they
look like they've just been tracked through a pool of well,
cow manure would be a nice fit. Our main character, Justin
Payne, who's hair is again sopping wet notices that the
camera has turned on and is pointed in his direction.]
JP: "Mitch, I will call you Mitch for you seem to be quite witty
yourself over there in your camp of... Wait, where are you
hanging out? From all one knows you're wearing some two
dollar suit, maybe you got the thing from a local Salvation
Army, and you are standing well, in the back parking lot of
said location. I don't see how you're fooling anyone. You
can't even fool myself. We see that the past few years have
taken a huge toll on you. You're success has since faded
which most likely means all that wealth has since faded.
Mitch, I know who you are. You know who I am. I'm sitting
here in this dirty old gym where I started it all. Where my
birth into this world of wrestling, it started here. Well,
outside of all those backyard fights and brawls I had. Fighting
in a old barn with broken glass on the floor, rusty old barbed
wire in the corners. Animals living and dead and their piles of
well, relief sitting randomly around. We had made a make
shift wrestling ring, we couldn't afford much, so we used
what we had. We had a busted old trampoline, with those
springs missing, one of the legs, it was busted. Gone and
broken, so what did we use? We used that old refrigerator
that my grandfather couldn't use anymore because well, it
didn't work anymore. We had nothing, but we used it all.
We fought night and day, we hoped for the best, and we
did our best. That's where I first made it. That's where my
buddy here first made it."
[Justin stops briefly but not too much and points to his left
hand side with his thumb. He's pointing to the man standing
next to him.]
JP: "And Mitch, you know who this guy is. You remember
Marty, right? For those of you tuning in and not knowing
who this messy son of a bitch is. This is Marty Sleaze. His
name, yes, its entirely fitting. He's one sleazy man, not in the
sense he's a rule breaker or some sort of criminal. But more
or less, well, dude, if this camera had a smell regulator or
something of that sort, you would smell how terrible this
man is. But for however bad that smell is, he has one thing
going for him. He's a courageous man. He's brave. And Mitch,
he's got a lot of talent, a lot by any means compared to you.
Because compared to you even a butterfly has more talent!
So why am I hanging out with my good friend Marty Sleaze?
Well, it's simple, he has everything a person looks for in a
friend. He has talent, he has strength and he's ready to
make me the best I am. He brings out the best in me. He'll
be doing this easily because I'm already pretty damn good.
And Marty and me know what to expect from you, we can
play your game. We know your moves, we know it all! We
won't be afraid to hurt you. Break you apart. Break you
down. Do whatever it takes to win that championship!"
[Justin starts jumping up and down after getting himself all
pumped up. As the mystery man in which we have just
learned is Marty Sleaze, tries to calm Justin down and then
realizes the camera is still on. He looks into it, a little skewed
almost as if he thinks there is someone inside the camera. He
then begins moving his mouth at first nothing seems to come
out and then it does.]
MS: "Mitch, Mitch! Remember me?"
[He starts tapping his finger on the camera lens.]
MS: "Mitch, oh, you remember me. We had our battles. May
they not have been so epic. They were one thing -- bloody
and violent. You and I are back again in the limelight. Oh, the
special light. Hahahaha... Mitch, you will dance with Justin in a
few weeks. You hahahaha... will feel the Payne killer!!
Hahahaha... "
[Justin looks oddly at Marty as he interrupts Marty by slightly
pulling him back out of the camera's main view. And then
turns and looks straight into the camera.]
JP: "Mitch, I'm a grown man. I'm not the little kid I once
was. I'm not going to continue calling you a Bitch or make
fun of everything you are. I'm not. I'm just going to simply
say that the life you know, the life I know, it's on a unbalanced ride to this event. And well, to explain it plain
and simple like you like, I will leave the champion and you.....
You won't!"
[Justin steps back from the camera nodding. As Marty seems
to be laughing at the entire events. As the camera slowly
fades out....]
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