Well… I think I’ve waited long enough.
[We open on a roaring, cosy fire, inside a grand mansion. Ain’t no doubt about it, this is the home of “Mr. Old School” himself, Steve Burke. How do we know this? Well, because he’s sitting on the couch , sipping from some brandy.]
Burke: You just can’t trust people these days, eh, Jacques?
[The butler, standing beside the fire place, waves him off.]
Jacques: No, I suppose not, monsieur.
Burke: I mean, I give this guy a week or so, to say something to me, and he doesn’t! He ignores me! Now I have to instigate this little war-of-words! How rude.
Jacques: Indeed…
Burke: What’s this guy’s name?
Jacques: DeWayne Davis, monsieur.
Burke: Alright then… Davis. I want you to listen to me, and I want you to listen well. Raucous, next week, it’s a big deal. Not just for me, but for us both. This our debut match; this is the match that will essentially determine where our careers here in WFW:NE go from here on out and yet, you show me the disrespect, as to keep your mouth shut, this entire time?
Well… maybe I can’t really blame you. After all, you’re about to get in the ring with a man who has his sights set, firmly on being the top dog around here. Now… I know it’s not going to be easy to reach the upper echelons of WFW:NE, but, I, unlike you, am willing to do whatever it takes to get there.
You see I’ve been around the world: Australia, Europe, Japan, Canada, Mexico, even Nebraska. I’ve seen it all and I’ve done it all. And now, I’m here, ready to head to cold, cold, Denver, Colorado. And I want a challenge. Something you don’t seem to want to give me. And that’s upsetting. Not the fact that I seem to have an easy win waiting for me once I get to Raucous, more the fact that I have to go to Denver. In the Winter. And not be challenged.
So once I beat you - and make no mistake, I will - I’m gonna roll up to the pay window, in my sweet-ass DeLorean, I’m gonna collect my pay check, and then, I’m gonna head somewhere warm to bask in my glorious first victory herein WFW:NE, as I set my sights, just a little bit higher than the likes of you.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than address a vegetable such as yourself. Jacques!
Jacques: Oui, monsieur?
Burke: Go book me a flight to Jamaica, for after I dispose of Mr. Davis.
[Fade out, as Jacques scurries off, and Burke takes another sip.]
