Chill, redneck..
(FADEIN to the streets of Manayunk.. we see the same coffeeshop that Scotty was sitting in last week, however, there's a van parked out front that reads "Henderson's Painting: If the fumes don't get you high, Jerome will!" )
(CUT TO: The camera pans inside the coffee shop, where we see Scotty Michaels sitting at a table with his old buddy from his NFW days, Jerome Henderson. Scotty's dressed very well as usual, while Jerome is wearing a suit..)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: Man, I've really got to say... your business has taken off. I'm sorry I haven't gotten in touch with you lately, but I've been planning diabolical scheme after diabolical scheme over there in the WFW... and it's paid off, 'cuz I'm the champ.
JEROME HENDERSON: It's coo', cracka. I know you be busy with all 'dose ma'f**kas over there in the WFW. I'm proud 'o you, man.. you've come a long way. I've kinda been wondrin' though, what are you doin' wastin' yo time in the NEW?
SCOTTY MICHAELS: New challenges here, Jerome... new fish to fry. There's guys here that I've never wrestled before, and you know that I'm always for new challenges. THAT, is why I'm here. Besides, it sure wouldn't hurt my resume if I could add some more gold to it. What do you think about it, Bling Bling?
JEROME HENDERSON: I been trying to hook you up, dogg. I be out on the streets, askin' peeps if they knew anything about this guy... anything that you don't already know. I didn't come up wit' nothin'. I'm sorry, man... I really be tryin' for you. You know I got yo back, fool. I'll be right back...
(Jerome walks away, as Scotty looks intently into the camera..)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: Alright, Jerome... that's fine, man. All I've got to say is that I'm not really impressed with what I've seen so far. This Brody Hansen character comes out here and acts like he's the baddest thing since sliced bread. I've seen it all before.
The suits here in the NEW decided to take a guy who basically had no talent, no charisma, and no grasp of reality.. and package him in a gimmick that became stale in the 1980's.. and it's been a long time since the 80's, my friend.
So Hansen, you can come out here and call me "BOY" all that you want to, but the fact of the matter is... I'm not a boy, but I am... THE MAN! Prove me wrong, Hansen.. bring that bullrope, and strangle me for all I care. I'll still come out on top...
Like I've said before, I've had my fair share of addictions in my life, and I've taken care of most of them. However, there's one addiction that I'll never beat... and that's WINNING! Yeah Hansen, that's what I do, and I'm damn good at it.
I may have failed at my attempts to capture the world title right off the bat, but I'm not going to get knocked out of the TV title tournament, by... you? Right, not gonna happen. You bring the noice, and you bring whatever else you need to bring. When it all comes down to it, there's going to be one man victorious.. and that's this guy. (Scotty points at himself...)
(At this point, Jerome comes walking back in... his eyes glazed over..)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: Man, you've really got to lay off the reefer.. that sh*t's not good for you.
JEROME HENDERSON: Yeah well, I enjoy it. When I was out there, I ran into some foo' who saw your last interview, and told me he knows 'dis Hansen dude. This ni**a's got the scoop for your white ass, Scotty..
SCOTTY MICHAELS: Nice, nice... Hansen, you're all but finished, even before we get started.
(FADEOUT, as Scotty and Jerome begin to chat..)