"Inside of this ring, I'm the Icon. Plain and simple."
The shot then fades in on Dusk, standing in the middle of the ring. Dressed in a pair of jeans and long sleeve button up white shirt, he looks comfortable and just pure confident. He bounces on the balls of his feet before walking around the ring, going through his typical routine right before a match. Getting a feel for the ring is something that so few people do anymore, but when you're born inside of the ring, live each and every moment through it, it becomes a second home.
"Time and time again, I look at the rookies who step through these ropes, and you can see the cockiness, not the confidence, but pure cockiness just pouring out of their eyes. In a way it's sickening, you know? You work so hard and then you have these guys just step into the ring thinking they're God's Gift to Wrestling. Makes you want to puke because you know that the guy in front of you has so much to learn and he doesn't even realize it. When he's done though, he's wishing he could go back to his mother and cry in her bossom. It's sad, really. Round two..."
The words trickle off the tip of his tongue. He lowers his head, bobbing his head to the rhythm in his head. Then, Dusk bounces off the ropes, testing his body against the stiff ropes and likes the spring he gets from them. He lives his life on those ropes, using his body to throw his opponent off guard. He smiles at the thought though of flying over the ropes and the crowd chanting his name. A feeling that even after he's gotten used to it still sends shivers up his spine. He opens his eyes again and can almost imagine the arena full of people yelling his name.
"Dr. Tittylover. God, how foolish? Don't you almost cringe when you hear your name? How infantile could that possibly be? Last week I had some bozo who folded under the pressure of reporters asking him questions, and now this week I get a guy who fancies himself as a pimp? Is this what wrestling has become? Is this starting to become a mockery of the sport that I've bled for? It's sad to see myself having to get into the ring with someone like you, but I guess I don't have a choice, do I?"
You can see the rage and fury in his eyes as he walks over to the corner and just visualizes his opponent on their knees, trying to get their bearings straight. They turn ever so slightly as they to get to their feet and Dusk explodes out of the corner before connecting with a superkick to the unsuspecting opponent. He just stands there, looking at the mat, and reacting with coldness in his eyes to the knocked out wrestler.
"So many times, people have underestimated the strength of that kick. People make fun of it, telling me how overplayed it is, but in all honesty, do I care? That kick has won me match after match, championship after championship. Dr. Tittylover, I guess you get to be the next victim. The people will chant my name. They will rise as one."
He then moves closer and closer to the camera.
"They will spit upon everything that you stand for and then they will remind you that you're nothing but second rate fodder in a world full of rejects who thought they were something. That's what you are, Dr. Tittylover. And that's what you will become, in a few short hours.
Nothing."
Fade. To. Black
