Re: Round 1: “Big Nasty” Mark McNasty vs. Jesse Ramey
We open in the gym of the PWA dome. It's a rather large gym, and many of the talents from the "Alliance of Wrestling Federation", or AOWF, are currently using the facility. Among those working out is none other than ULTRATITLE competitor, Mark McNasty. McNasty is a sun burned shade of red as he pumps away on an elliptical. We see he is currently wearing jogging shorts, a sweat soaked white tank top, some sporty Nikes, and his silver "Nasty" pendent on a chain around his neck. The camera pans to behind him, and we see McNasty has been going for just short of an hour and a half. A few seconds tick by, and upon hitting the hour and a half mark, the machine turns off. McNasty steps down, grabs a sports bottle of water off a bench against the wall, and practically empties it in one go. He puts it back down and grabs a piece of paper. He mutters a few things through staggered breath.
McNasty: Lets see...weights, check. Laps in the pool, check. Cardio, check and check. Alright, that's it for today.
McNasty crumbles the paper and throws it towards a trash can. He picks up a towel and wipes his head as he walks for the locker room.
McNasty: Alright Mark...you got a lot on your plate for the next few weeks. But I'll be damned if you can't handle it. Remember...you're "The Iron Man", "The Main Event", BIG MOTHER LOVIN NASTY. And this week, if you do things right, you'll have a whole new group of Nastynites watching every thing you do.
McNasty saunters into the changing room as we fade. We fade back in to see Mark McNasty standing in front of a Pepsi banner that is hanging over a cement wall. McNasty has a cell phone in his hand.
McNasty: Ok, so how long do I have to let this hang behind me? Gah. Joey, this better be a heck of a deal you worked out...Ok, yep, that is certainly worth it.
McNasty smirks and hangs up the cell. He looks down at his watch, and plays with it for a second. He then looks up.
McNasty: Good afternoon ULTRATITLE fans. For those of you not in the know, I'm Mark McNasty. Pleasure to meet you. Now, I won't sit here and list all my accomplishments for you, because unlike some people, I don't like to talk to hear myself...Well, that's a lie. More like sometimes I have to breath, and getting me started on a topic like that doesn't give me much time to do so. Therefore, I will simply tell you I'm no rookie to this sport, and be happy to let my actions in the ring show I know what I'm doing; and can quite frankly stand there with the best. However, I'd hate to leave you wanting more; so allow me to speak about my match this week.
McNasty: Mr. Ramey, I'm glad you didn't try to classify me as one of those guys you mentioned. Taking time off for this tournament? That's certainly not me. Currently, I'm jugging a REBEL PRO Tag Title rematch in addition to a PWA World Title match. The fun part? The guy I'm being forced to team with for the Tag Title shot is the same guy holding the PWA title who is going to fire me if I don't beat him for it. Exciting I know. Which brings me to my second point. I'm hardly trying to relieve my glory days. I'm still living them dude. I've had people tell me I'm not the man I used to be. But why should I try to be? Been there, done that, came home with the T Shirt, oodles of money, and more fans than I can count. I dominated the PWA in 2008. Won three titles, and set three record breaking title reigns. What's the fun in a repeat performance? So, now, I'm extending my legacy in other ways. I may not be the embodiment of the federation anymore. But you can damn well bet my names been on everybody's lips since I came back to the full time bit last year. And now Jesse, lady luck dubs you the first step on the ladder to the top.
McNasty: You state you're here because you need this. Me on the other hand, I'm here simply because I like a new challenge. Things get stale over the in AOWF sometimes. So I figured I'd road trip, and dip my foot in a different pool for once. Let me note for you though Jesse, I am not a stranger to being at the bottom. While the wrestling world was rocked to hear Mark McNasty was back last year...
McNasty glances down for a second.
McNasty: It doesn't mean I didn't come back to a rough start. But, despite the hard times, despite the constant barrage of green punks telling me I couldn't do it anymore, I pushed on. I kept coming, and ended up showing them I could still go like the best of them. I've had two different title reigns in less than six months, helping to revitalize their respective divisions. What can I say? I'm good at what I do.
McNasty flashes a smile, showing off his pearl white teeth.
McNasty: So I hate to tell you that while I can sympathize with having it rough, it won't end up helping you much. I've been the hungry dog plenty of times before. Hell, I've been the under dog most of my career...which in all honesty, is fine with me. When you're the under dog, people occasionally over look you. They think they have an easy time ahead. And that, that leads to mistakes. And when you've been capitalizing on people underestimating you for a damn decade...you get pretty good at spotting an opportunity to let it bite them in the ass. I don't expect this of you though Jesse. You seem like someone in this to wrestle. And while I will not simply let you beat me to get where you want, I'll be happy to meet you in the middle of that ring, and give you one hell of a fight. If you win it? Props to you. But...eh, I'd at least warn not to get your hopes up.
McNasty chuckles. Suddenly, his watch begins beeping. Mark smiles as he reaches into his back pocket, pulls out an adhesive sticker, and attaches it to the poster behind him. He whips out his cell phone.
McNasty: Hey Joey? Yeah, I wanted to tell you I took care of the Coke advertisement as well.
McNasty turns and walks off, still on the phone. This reveals the Pepsi banner, which now says, "Pepsi sucks. Drink Coke."
Fade.