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Shadowboss
(FADEIN: An empty Paul Tsongas arena. The ringcrew and tech people are tearing down the NFW IMPACT! set. The ring is still set up in the middle as some workers are trying to clean out all the stains (blood, beer, etc) on the mat. Sitting on the top of a corner turnbuckle is former Commissioner, but still owner of New Frontier Wrestling - 'COCKY' CRAIG MILES. MILES sits there with a devilish grin and a Newport cigarette lit and not far from his mouth. MILES takes a drag and blows out a couple smoke rings, still smiling...when all of a sudden MILES jumps down onto the mat, flicks his cigarette out of the ring and starts hopping around the ring shadowboxing at the camera!)
MILES: "Oh you could do anything, could 'ya 'Hunt? Could it be a nice little promo with that house band? (MILES rolls his eyes) Really, could you FREAKIN' ENTERTAIN us with some LAME (BLEEP!)'IN CRAP COVER SONG!? I've been gone ONLY MONTHS, you know the only thing I've heard down south about up north? Little kids all getting behind Shane Southern not 'cause you're 'EVIL', no they call you LAME! BORING! AND DUMB! Now 'Hunt, I gave you every chance to become the man you should have. I gave you every reason to HATE the world, to become the psychotic, paranoid schizophrenic nutcase that would've drove up the ratings of this house like Clinton with a roomful of interns! But NOOOOOOOOO - I hear you're doin' some sappy crap promos with Miss Cuba about RELATIONSHIPS?!?! A (BLEEP!)'IN LOVE STORY!?!? C'MON! Someone signed the paperwork to actually let you SING ON CAMERA?! Don't worry me, Mike and Sullivan are gonna be havin' a little talk about that. I don't care if its Fiona or Jimmy 'cause someone's head has to roll for that! See, 'Hunt what you don't understand is that YOU are MY product. That paycheck that pays for all those nice things you buy for Miss Cuba comes because I SIGN 'EM. Now don't get me wrong, 'Hunt. In the ring you get the job done, nobody is ever gonna take that away from you. Hell, if I were made of the MILLLLIONS - I wouldn't give a crap if you started putting out black and white remakes of 'Casablanca', but the COLD, HARD TRUTH is that this league ain't made of that. And I don't have the MONEY nor the TIME to wait for YOU to take your head out of your ass! So, consider this a 'TRAINING DAY' 'Hunt. I really don't care what happens in that ring and I sure as HELL hope I don't beat you within' in an inch of your life. Remember you're MY product, I don't wanna damage nothin' too bad. But after this you WILL be what I want you to be. The Miles Investigation Agency has had to arrive in its own home for another case of lost heat. Don't worry 'Hunt, we're gonna dig deep, we're gonna dig hard and we'll find it for 'ya. 'Cause this is MY HOUSE, you'll be livin' under MY RULES and surveys says that BULL(BLEEP!) we've watched since I've been gone has gone on long enough! You want me, 'Hunt? You want to make me pay for all the sins I've committed? Well, bring it on MOTHER(BLEEP!)ER - I got some things I want you to pay for too."
(MILES pulls out a cigarette and lights it up, while smiling. The camera FADES TO BLACK as MILES winks.)
MILES: "Oh you could do anything, could 'ya 'Hunt? Could it be a nice little promo with that house band? (MILES rolls his eyes) Really, could you FREAKIN' ENTERTAIN us with some LAME (BLEEP!)'IN CRAP COVER SONG!? I've been gone ONLY MONTHS, you know the only thing I've heard down south about up north? Little kids all getting behind Shane Southern not 'cause you're 'EVIL', no they call you LAME! BORING! AND DUMB! Now 'Hunt, I gave you every chance to become the man you should have. I gave you every reason to HATE the world, to become the psychotic, paranoid schizophrenic nutcase that would've drove up the ratings of this house like Clinton with a roomful of interns! But NOOOOOOOOO - I hear you're doin' some sappy crap promos with Miss Cuba about RELATIONSHIPS?!?! A (BLEEP!)'IN LOVE STORY!?!? C'MON! Someone signed the paperwork to actually let you SING ON CAMERA?! Don't worry me, Mike and Sullivan are gonna be havin' a little talk about that. I don't care if its Fiona or Jimmy 'cause someone's head has to roll for that! See, 'Hunt what you don't understand is that YOU are MY product. That paycheck that pays for all those nice things you buy for Miss Cuba comes because I SIGN 'EM. Now don't get me wrong, 'Hunt. In the ring you get the job done, nobody is ever gonna take that away from you. Hell, if I were made of the MILLLLIONS - I wouldn't give a crap if you started putting out black and white remakes of 'Casablanca', but the COLD, HARD TRUTH is that this league ain't made of that. And I don't have the MONEY nor the TIME to wait for YOU to take your head out of your ass! So, consider this a 'TRAINING DAY' 'Hunt. I really don't care what happens in that ring and I sure as HELL hope I don't beat you within' in an inch of your life. Remember you're MY product, I don't wanna damage nothin' too bad. But after this you WILL be what I want you to be. The Miles Investigation Agency has had to arrive in its own home for another case of lost heat. Don't worry 'Hunt, we're gonna dig deep, we're gonna dig hard and we'll find it for 'ya. 'Cause this is MY HOUSE, you'll be livin' under MY RULES and surveys says that BULL(BLEEP!) we've watched since I've been gone has gone on long enough! You want me, 'Hunt? You want to make me pay for all the sins I've committed? Well, bring it on MOTHER(BLEEP!)ER - I got some things I want you to pay for too."
(MILES pulls out a cigarette and lights it up, while smiling. The camera FADES TO BLACK as MILES winks.)