The scene opens on a seedy motel in Atlanta, Georgia. We’re on the road to Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Inside of an even more dingy hotel room, on an AIDs riddled bed, sat Jesse Ramey; a shiny silver championship lying next to him.
“The life of a wrestler isn’t always glamorous,” Ramey began as he patted the bed he was resting on, “I’ve been in this business for a long time. I’ve seen a lot of things, and I’ve even had to deal with men just like you Todd.”
“You see,” Ramey continued, “we’ve got this guy just like you in All-Star Championship Wrestling. He goes by the name of The Amazing Gabriel; he’s a pill popper too. I’m guessing the pills the two of you are popping are totally different things though. He’s off snorting smack in some corner of an arena and you’re popping caffeine pills.”
“It’s actually a pretty good look into the life of a professional wrestler.” Ramey smiled, “You’re showing the world exactly what we have to deal with on a daily basis. We travel thousands of miles in a week; and not all of us have the luxury of being able to travel first class on a plane. Not even those of us who have been doing this the number of years I have.”
“Some of us just hide it a little better,” Ramey hung his head, “by exposing this nature about yourself Todd, you’re making the rest of us look bad. By the fact that you want to run around strung out of your skull, you make us all look like amateurs. This is not something I’m partial to, Todd.”
“I and so many others have worked hard to make this a respectable profession, Todd.” Ramey continued, “And here comes walking Todd Killings, exposing the deep dark secrets of our trade and for what? Your own enjoyment, because that’s the way it seems to me; you definitely don’t seem like you’ve got anything to contribute to this sport.”
“I’m from West Virginia, Todd, but to me you seem like the type that was raised in a barn near a power station sub generator and all of your toys were lined with lead based paints.” Ramey shook his head, “I know I say and do a lot of things in New Frontier Wrestling that are considered taboo. But the things you do are just below the standard of what I would expect from a person in our line of work.”
“You want to go on to say that in Baton Rouge you’re going to beat Jesse Ramey.” Jesse chuckled, “But the thing you need to realize is that you don’t even know who Jesse Ramey is Todd Killings. Jesse Ramey knows who you are though, and I would like to think I’ve made that very clear to this point. As far as Baton Rouge is concerned to me, Todd, you’re going to be a footnote on Jesse Ramey’s debut into the IGC.”
“I’m a forgiving man though,” Ramey continued, “you show up in Baton Rouge and you put up a fight I’m not beneath standing in the center of that ring and shaking your hand. Either way it goes though, when our fight is finished there is only going to be one tune playing and that tune is going to be sung by Brent Smith.”
“If you hadn’t figured it out yet, Brent Smith is the lead singer of Shinedown, Todd.” Ramey smiled, “And it just so happens to Shinedown sings my theme song. So, I guess the point I’m making to you right now is that in Baton Rouge I’m giving you the chance to earn my respect, but I know that the outcome is going to be the same no matter what.”
“I’m going to win my debut in IGC,” Ramey paused.
“I’m going to teach you a little something about respect, and give you a lesson in wrestling that only a veteran of this sport can do.” Ramey paused.
“And then Xoesh the Zith I’m coming after you.” Ramey smiled as he stood from the bed and grabbed his Spirit of ACW Championship. “I’ll be seeing you all in Baton Rouge.”
The scene faded to black.