The scene opens in a coach. No fancy lighting, no un-authentic, horribly pretentious surroundings, just a bog-standard, cross country coach. Sat around a table on the coach, with two seats either side, are Classy Mike C, Jaz and Daryl Moundfield. As night falls, the Moundfields are both sound asleep, while Mike C stares out of the window.
Classy: Ah, Stephen, Stephen, Stephen. I really feel for you, I honestly do. I mean let's look at things, you've been in EUWC for a mere handful of matches, is it maybe 3 matches you've been here? And yet you're already bored of life in EUWC. Now forgive me if I'm wrong, but does that not maybe show just in the slightest what a sorry individual you are? And yet the one thing you seem to be passionate about is insulting every other member of the EUWC roster.Now, heaven’s forbid me to call you insecure, but really Steffi is there really any point in you being a part of EUWC? Why not quit wrestling all together and go back to doing what you love, living in the gutter and reeling off your pretentious little street philosophies?
Jaz stirs, but doesn’t wake up. Mike C pauses and looks at his for a moment before looking back out of the window.
Classy: But Steffi, seen as you did me the oh-so-grand honour of a brief mention in one of your silly little promos, I’ll leave it as that as far as you are concerned. I’m looking forward to Main Frame, maybe a bit of Blood Bath revenge, but I’m really looking beyond that. While I may not have the chance to take the EUWC world title, as I would have liked, the International title is just too good an opportunity. I’ve been in EUWC for nearly two years now, and I’ve gone from dominating the tag team division to dominating the 52 Wild division. Sounds fun huh? Well of course it’s nice when you can use the word dominant to describe yourself, but it does get a bit monotonous beating Marcus Slayton or Marshall Snow or Casey Torpid every week. And that’s why the International title tournament will be such a special event for me.
Mike C sighs and for a moment, a slight smile comes across his face.
Classy: Just think, Holocaust, Angel of Death, Danny Collins, all former world champions. All there to be beaten, and give me the opportunity to prove my worth, prove my ability, prove to the EUWC upper echelon that I’m not just "part-of-the-furniture". I’m sure it’s not escaped your notice however, that one name was missing from the list of former world champions. My first round opponent, Mr. Paul Doom. Now for those of you who watch Blood Bath, you’ll know that I’ve already beaten Paul Doom in the centre of an EUWC ring, 1…2…3. Now you can make claims of unfair tactics all you like, but I just followed the rules and used my initiative. And Paul, I’ll be doing exactly the same thing at Superiority II this weekend when I defeat you on the way to becoming the new EUWC International champion. And no matter how much you want vengeance for what transpired at Blood Bath, it won’t make a spot of difference. And you will…
The coach judders, waking Daryl Moundfield from his sleep. Daryl tentatively opens his eyes, rubbing them and looking at Mike C.
Daryl: Who are you talking to?
Classy: I’m doing a promo, you might have heard of them.
Daryl: Ah right is it about that Stephen Greer fella?
Classy: Parts of it are yes, although the main point of it is…
Daryl: Tell him that Jaz and me are gonna take what’s rightly ours from him and his little buddy at Superiority on Sunday.
Classy: Can’t you do that on your own time?
Daryl: Just tell him, I’m too tired to be bothered to arrange anything like that at the moment, and Jaz is sleeping.
Classy: Really…
Mike C sighs as Daryl waits intently.
Classy: Fine…The Moundfields are going to take what is rightfully theirs from you at Superiority, Greer. There are you happy now?
Daryl: Very.
Almost instantaneously Daryl falls back to sleep leaving Mike C alone with his thoughts.
Classy: Where was I? Hmm, well the basic thread of it, before I was so rudely interrupted by my friend here, was Stephen Greer, you mean about as much to me as I do to you, so I’ll be treating Main Frame as a warm up for the real occasion that is Superiority II. And there, it's gonna take more than you Paul Doom to de-rail my dreams and my destiny, whether or not you like it or lump it…
Mike C yawns and looks out of the coach window before joining his stable mates in drifting off to sleep. Fade to black.