[The limo pulls by a miniature hotel in. Sanket Desai steps out wearing a gray Reebok shirt, blue baggy shorts, and a New York Yankees cap. He drags his luggage out of the trunk and heads into the building. A few people hang out in the entrance hall. Sanket turns to the front desk where a blonde employee stands waiting to greet him to his room with a sleepy frown.]
Sanket: I’m checking in here for the night.
Sanket: Sanket Desai.
Sanket: Sanket Desai.
Attendant: THE Sanket Desai?!
Sanket: I don’t have time for this, check me in and give me the key, if you want to talk come up to my room later but right now, I do not feel like talking.
[The attendant’s eyes pop wide open before handing him his key and his card and taking his information. Sanket takes the key and his luggage and then heads up to his area as the attendant stares at him the whole way down. Sanket unlocks the door and chucks his luggage into the corner before plunging onto the large single bed provided for him.]
Sanket: Finally…Been such a long day.
[Sanket finds the remote and turns on the television. He flips through the channels and notices Justin Sane on the screen. He flips back to that channel and watches attentively.]
[~ Cameras fade in from a black, blank standby. Cameras reveal an idle location where nothing can be seen except the darkness of the night. Throughout the area, fog heavily creeps through the air. The camera seems to focus in, but is unknown because of the darkness and heavy fog. Through all the fog and pitch-black night air, two people step forth, not revealing their identity, but most of their body and attire. Finally, after moments of silence and patience, the man and woman step completely out of the dark and fog and into the dim light the camera gives off to reveal themselves as the young MCW superstar, Justin Sane, with his arm laying on the shoulders of his sexy valet, Shawnna. ~]
Justin: "Who the f*ck did you think it was gonna be, Dakota and Ric-hoe's pregnant dog asses? Please, Dakota, that pregnant dog ain't doin' nuts. And I don't think I forgot, I'm comin' for your pregnant dog ass... nice location, huh?! I knew this kinda outta-the-smoke sh*t impresses you superficial punks. I just wanted to show you how stupid and naive everyone around here is, I could pay the 3 technicians and the light director, rent 2 smoke machines and this stage needed every single day of the week to do this. But other than most of my fellow MC-Dub workers, I got better sh*t to do than poppin' outta smoke or runnin' my mouth in already run down rings in even more run down warehouses. Anyway, enough of that."
Justin: "You know I was on a long drive in the night, smokin' and grindin' to some phat beats blasting through my Cadillac Escalade and thoughts kept entering my head. Matter fact I was just wondering, what the hell is goin' on with this federation? I think even the last wrestling fan at the end of the world, Gambacho from Thailand or some other whack place, understood now, that those who call the shots planned a plot against me and are tryin' there very best to keep their best talent on the key-low, so the rest doesn't look as worse as it in reality is. But the new guys MC-Dub took under contract, what's up with that?! I mean take a loot at that Takahara dude, or whatever he is called... I really only remember his b*tch's name, Delilah. She could pay me to give her the best hours of her life - bet she would undress quicker for me than she made that boy Rob gettin' wet dreams. And Rob Franklin?! Smellin' a conspiracy against himself going on - after his first match already?! I knew this company was run by illiterates from the first moment on I saw my contract, 'cuz it was missing some zeros, but that your brains' capacities are so limited really worries me."
Justin: "And if that wasn't enough. I've to face now a herb, who's really trynna impress me with his hotel room, his clothes, his limousine and his chick. Do you actually know who I am? I'm Justin Sane - hated and envied by the people for those things. Your hotel room looks pretty mini and plain compared to my billion-dollar mansion. Let's not even talk about your style of clothes, baggy pants and too wide shirts?! Pfff... please punk. I'm sporting BOSS and Armani suites on a daily basis. Nice limo, but again I got to disappoint you, I got a different stretch limo for every day of the week. And the girl at your side? Look at the hottest polygons a MC-Dub fan could dream of."
~ Justin pulls Shawnna even closer to him as he passes the attention over to her. She's still wearing the short white dress and looks as seductive as always. ~
Shawnna: "Thanks babe. Lately many wanna-be mamacitas appeared outta nowhere, but the fact remains that I'm the baddest b*tch this company has to offer. I got 69 ways to make guys come my way. Now, Sanket can your average p*ssy top that?"
~ With a slutry look Shawnna licks her own index finger, then seductivley shoves it inside her mouth and pulls it out again towards the camera. Justin Sane just laughs out. ~
Justin: "Anyhow, it's just a question of time, that Bri knocks at my door, beggin' me to share a few special moments with her. And to be honest for any girl on the world it's more special to kneel down to bind my cords than hangin' with a unshaped guy like yourself, Sanket. You should've borrowed an ear to the streets before opening your craphole, 'cuz it's well known that all I am and all I got I achieved through hard work. And honestly I've already accomplished greater things in life than smackin' the sh*t outta you. Don't get me wrong, I'm none of these old sacks either. I'm just the perfect prototype of what this company was lookin' for: a diamond in the rough, an uprisin' star, an upcomin' world wide wrestling legend. And noone can deny that I got the look, the style, the charm and the insane in-ring skills to do it. What I see in you, Sanket Desai, is just a confused kid, who lacks the personality to be ever more than a solid worker in any company of this world. It doesn't matter if it is at the MC-Dub, the US marines or McDonald's: SOLID - That's where your road ends. Totally different story for me, for me sky is the limit - for you not, that's why I'll have to crush you back on the ground at Center Stage."
Justin: "I got unlucky to face you? Dude, I know you're new here, but a last time for you: It's a C-O-N-S-P-I-R-A-C-Y, Conspiracy. Better write it down, 'cuz I'm not goin' to explain it a second time to you punk ass. And you'll try hinder me from gettin' my hands on what belongs to me? Who the f*ck are you? My f*ckin' probation officer? Like I said, at Center Stage you won't be doin' nuts and you got the bad luck, that the office doesn't care about you either. Dakota got the whole company behind him to leave the ring healthy. But you're just a spearings partner, who has been tossed into the ring with me, so I do loose my main focus. You're nothing more and nothing less - don't forget that when you step into the ring with the most well-shaped and insane athlete a ring has ever witnessed... me, Justin Sane."
~ With a huge smile on his face, Justin Sane puts his hand on Shawnna's waiste as they back up and disappear back into the dark night and fog. With an usual appereance but same attitude, Justin Sane again made his presence known in the MCW. ~]
So your name, its Just in Sane correct? Not to be confused with all in sane, or very in sane?
And you want to run your mouth about my manager? All you did was take my last promo and shoot every single thing right back at me? Is that what you call a promo? If it is, how about you just stay quiet and let your wrestling ability do the talking for you.
[Sanket turns the television back on and turns it on to ESPN. The New York Yankees are nursing a 1-0 lead over the Tampa Bay Devil Rays and it’s nearly time for Mariano Rivera to lock them up.]
Justin Sane, huh? Daddy gave you a crazy name like that? Doubt it was mommy, wouldn’t give you a name that crazy? Or is that your own made up name, you just copied Justin Credible. Or is this the same Justin Sane from WCW because if it is you can get the hell of this show and off this federation.
See, Justin, you copied everything from the guys you see on television. Justin Credible, Justin Sane, my God, what’s next? Justice Gay? Well, whatever, see, my name is original, it has never been used by a professional wrestler and I after I defeat you and get to the top no one will be able to use it because soon enough Sanket Desai will be a patented name. All I need to do is get to the top of this business, beat the big guys, I know that Mr. World Champion Legend, Adam Benjamin, wet his pants when he realized I was coming to the MCW. That’s why he was so quick to align with me and I will happily take his side. How could you not take the side of Adam? Now, if you don’t mind, I have a party to get to.
[Sanket climbs to the roof where a huge party is going on. His eyes nearly pop out of his sockets as he looks at the number of drinks. Sanket starts talking to people as he takes drinks. Bri comes up to him and the two begin to have a
conversation. Sanket is as drunk as a lunatic and we all dread what is going to come next. He climbs to the very edge of the roof, only inches away from falling off and to the concrete at the bottom. He starts to dance around and reenacts himself in the MCW minor leagues, winning match after match and pushing past so many poor ass suckers. At times, he is closer than safe to be from falling off the roof. Finally, Sanket starts to sing.]
[A man runs up and tries to push Sanket off the roof for he is also drunk but Sanket nails him with the Ice Cold Kick. He then gets off the top and goes flies off with a huge moonsault off the roof…luckily he lands on a mattress and is safe!!]
This week you go from Just in Sane to Just a Loser when face me.