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| (The scene begins with a tall, blond-haired man walking into the locker room area of the Pepsi Center in Denver, CO. The locker room is vacated for some unknown reason, but a short, overweight reporter and his cameraman are walking behind the man. Once the man sits down on a bench in front of a locker, the reporter and his cameraman approach him.) Reporter: You must be Overdose... Overdose: [Looking up at the man] Who are you, and what are you doing this close to me? Reporter: My name is Dirk Armstrong and I'd like to get a word from you about your recent signing with the upstart Tidal Wave Wrestling organization. If that's okay? Overdose: If that's okay? You just ask the [BLEEP] questions and don't worry about whether it's okay or not! Armstrong: Okay, then...what do you... (Overdose puts his hand in front of the reporters face, motioning for him to stop talking.) Overdose: That will be enough, chubby. You see, what I have to say is going to be short and sweet. I know many of you are saying, "What is the guy going to bring to the TWW?" Well, for you ignorant morons who are actually asking yourselves that, here's my answer: intensity. You see, I am what some call, The Man of Tomorrow. This means, that I am the single wrestler that will bring my style of sports-entertainment into this company's squared circle. "What is my style of wrestling?" you ask. Well, actions speak much louder than words, so come next Tuesday, you will see my style of sports-entertainment first hand. I'm going to step on alot of toes here in TWW. But if any of you have known be in the past, you would know that it doesn't make a damn to me. I don't expect any of you to like me, nor do I expect any of you to respect me at first. However, once you see my ability and my charisma, you WILL LEARN to respect The Man of Tomorrow. So this goes out to whoever I'm facing on Tuesday: prepare for the battle of your most likely pathetic career. Because it's going to be simple: Overdose enters, Overdose lands the Eternal Slumber, 1-2-3 Overdose wins. Call me cocky. Call me confident. Call me an S.O.B. for all I care. Because I don't. The Man of Tomorrow is going to make TWW the Federation of Tomorrow. It all begins Tuesday. Armstrong: Well, those are some... Overdose: Shut...the [BLEEP]...up. If you don't watch yourself I'm going to insert my intense foot up your 300 pound ass! I know that Overdose is a household name in just about every home in the world, but I'm going to make TWW and Overdose fit together from now on. If any of you attempt to get in my way as I rise to the top, you will drop. There will be no more wrestling for you, no more goat-humping, no more whinning about your "push"...you will be destroyed, Overdose-style. [Looks at the cameraman] Now, if you will excuse me, Mr. Squishy, I need to get back to makin' money and takin' honeys. (Overdose then pushes the cameraman and Armstrong out of his way as he leaves through the same door that he entered through.) |
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