RE: Hawk McDaniel vs. Chris
::FADEIN on the rickety, sagging ring at the Basham-Schultz Wrestling Academy, the drab and dingy haunt of MISTER DREAD. DREAD sits perched on the top turnbuckle of the ring, dressed as usual in jeans, harness boots, and a tattered 'Dogs of War' t-shirt. DREAD's left knee is heavily taped and braced. His ribs are also heavily taped, although hidden by the shirt. DREAD lifts his head to look into the camera. He smirks, eyes gleaming::
MISTER DREAD: I was wondering when you guys would show up. I've gotten a visit from every camera crew from Boston to North Carolina in the last few days. You guys ready?
::The camera bobs as CAMERAMAN nods his head::
CAMERAMAN (off-camera): We're rolling, bro. Shoot when you're ready.
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READ nods and lowers his head for a moment, collecting his thoughts. He raises his head to stare into the camera, and begins to speak::
MISTER DREAD: Great Lakes Championship Wrestling. You know, I came here not to win titles, or to prove myself to anyone, or to make my mark in professional wrestling. I think I've done those things already. I came to GLCW for one simple reason. I grew up just a jump away, in Cadillac, Michigan. I thought it would be fun to wrestle in front of a hometown crowd once in a while. Call it regional pride, I guess.
MISTER DREAD: Now, Hawk McDaniel. I don't know a damn thing about you, man. And I'm assuming you've never heard of me either. Well, let me fill you in a little. Yes, I've held a few titles. I've been in the ring with champions. I've been in the ring with legends. I've beaten some of the biggest and baddest men in the sport. I'm also one of the smallest ... non-midget professional wrestlers working today.
MISTER DREAD: Some people call me the Giant Killer. Some people have even gone so far as to call me the Future of Professional Wrestling. Do I deserve that? I'd like to think so. I am quite possibly the best pure wrestler in our great sport today. I'm also only 5 foot nothing, 180 pounds. I can't brawl. I can't go toe-to-toe with the big men. The good news is that I don't have to. You'll see what I mean.
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READ lowers himself gingerly to the mat, wincing slightly::
MISTER DREAD: But this brings me to a rather pertinate point. I recently had a little ... accident. Falling from the top of a thirty-foot cage a couple times in a row tends to sting a little. I distended my knee, broke three ribs, suffered a major concussion, and took better than a thousand stitches. There was a little barbed wire ... in fact, the cage was covered in it.
MISTER DREAD: I can't hardly walk. I haven't been cleared to wrestle. You'll probably stomp my ass. But I'll be there. I'll be at ringside. I'll climb into the ring. I'll suck it up. Because if there's one thing I can't stand, it's a quitter. You got to dig deep, man. You got to reach down and pull out whatever you can ... excluding internal organs. But I'll be there. Count on it.
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READ waves off the camrea as we FADE TO BLACK::