Atken: Will I be your player 2?
(FADEIN: On the Intergalactic Champion Phil Atken, standing tall and proud in front of a glistening IGC backdrop, suited to the heavens, the Space Invadered magnificence of the Intergalactic Championship rests proudly on his shoulder, gleaning brightly, no doubt from Phil's excessive shining regime. Phil has a look of disgust on his face from Ocho's question, almost personally affronted by the idea)
Atken: See, Ocho, this is the problem we have, this is why to be really quite frank that you don't deserve to be anywhere near my beloved Intergalactic Championship. This seems to be some kind of childish game to you, you seem to be so wrapped up in this amazingly mental idea of immersion that you forget that all this, this match, this battle that you've forced upon yourself, it all happens in the real world. When I punch you, you will feel it, when I kick you, you will recoil in pain, when I slap on a figure four, there is nothing more real in your life than that. You know that already Ocho, you know this isn't a matter to be trifled with, you learned that in Greensboro, you learned that as I was crowned the first, and only, may I add, Intergalactic Champion. You wanted to show the fans a video game, you wanted to fly high, you wanted to believe in those glowing screens you spent your childhood staring in to, you could act them out without consequence. Yet there was consequence wasn't there my dear Leyenda? That risk, that Actualizer, students of the game, they know that cost you the match. To try and force your idea of a fictional reality into the here and now, that's why right now, I have this...
(Phil gently pats the Intergalactic Championship resting on his shoulder.)
Atken: And you are on the outside looking in. This belt Ocho, it was made for a man like you, I get that, I understand that lust and desire you have for my title. Morton Murphy clearly agrees with the idea, to basically hand you an opportunity to carte blanche stack the odds ever in your favour. Morton, he opened the door for you, he let you have any match under the sun, he wants you to be the golden boy. He thanked the gods when you signed the contract, you are the ideal poster boy for this whole thematic the commission has going down. They don't want the bitter veteran with the world weighing on his shoulders as the guy they send out to the public at large. Especially when he has little regard for those who buy tickets to these shows. Seriously, have you seen the kind of person who sits in our audience? Not the kind I'd trust my non-existent daughter with, that's for sure.
(Atken shudders on camera at the very thought of the IGC ticket buying public at large)
Atken: Morton handed you the keys to the castle and yet those ideals that were instilled in your because your parents failed to raise you with human interaction and used a Nintendo as a babysitter substitute, they caused you to dream big. They caused you to think of this as an epic confrontation in the making, that good was about to battle evil, that this match was going to end like every single little pixel man that you idolised growing up. So you decided to toss us in a cage, up a scaffold, you decided you wanted us to scale a ladder. Some of the most brutal, bone crunching matches in this industry, matches that end careers, shorten lives, ensure that grandparents can't pick up their grandchildren. You don't realise what you've done with your immersion, do you? You think that you can drink that health potion and be right as rain. When I retire from this industry Ocho, I want to bend my knees, I want to bend my back... there's no magic elixir to heal us right back up. This youthful enthusiasm, these video game ideals, they are exactly why you should never be the figurehead of this company. To encourage this match you have set forth is to encourage more of the same. You think victory can bring you that happy ending? Maybe a princess to match?
(Atken just shakes his head sadly)
Atken: I have to ask you though Ocho, how many times did Link die by your hands? How many times did Link spin to the floor thanks to a devious eyeball laser? Sure, these games have an end, most of them have happy ending but think Ocho, think about the amount of death that you had to overcome to get there. Think about that life meter draining away time and time again, your frustration growing because you know you're the hero, you're supposed to save the day. How many times did you turn off that Nintendo in frustration? How many times did that controller smash off your wall? Those happy endings, they happen maybe one time in a hundred, are you so certain in yourself, so confident in your own abilities that this time, this time is going to be that one percent. You want to talk about immersion? How do you know this isn't the time you die in the forest? To choose this match, to choose such destruction on the leap of faith this will be the one time you reach the final boss...
This isn't the confrontation you think it is kid, this is not right vs. wrong, good against evil, this is you hoping to finally grasp your filthy paws around MY title in a match that is certain to shorten one of our careers and let me promise you right now Och, you may have created this mess but I will be the one sweeping it up. My job, as I see it, is to finally knock some sense into you, to do the job that your parents failed at... those dreams, that immersion, the obsession with the fallible hero, it has to end Ocho, it has to end before you end my career, before you end your career, before it comes crashing down on anyone within your blast zone.
To put it in terms you'll appreciate, you enter V for Victoralicious with your health bar flashing red, I didn't do all that damage but I will be the one to finish it off.