Mutt and the Purebred
(CUT TO: A wrought iron gate, "CASH" cut into the bars, extending across a private driveway that begins to fold open.)
(CUT TO: LANE CASH, dressed in knockoff designer jeans, a black V-neck tee, and Aviators, reclining into a brown leather, sectional sofa with his arms resting on the back and his feet propped onto a wooden ottoman. The camera pans over the wall behind him, which is covered in framed wrestling photos, event posters, and numerous title belts.)
LANE CASH: "Sensational" Steven Shane, what a cute name. I'm not going to blow smoke up anybody's chimney and pretend like I actually know of this peasant. That's where Dex comes in.
(A young man, similiar in age to Lane, enters the shot and nabs a spot on the sofa.)
CASH: Give me a rundown on this "Sensational" Steven Shane.
DEXTER DRAYTON: Two-time A1E Tag Champ ...
CASH: You mean, like the steak sauce? (chuckles)
DRAYTON: (sigh) A1E Cyber Champion, and he recently capture the Empire Pro Tag Team Championships with Stalker. He's been mostly a tag-team specialist in his career, not many accomplishments in singles. Pretty boy, born in Hollywood, a lot more style than substance both in-ring and out.
CASH: Hmm ... (yawns) I'm bored already. (smirks) Let's talk about me. I know you're probably wondering just who I am, where I came from, and why I signed up for this tournament. I am Lane Cash, the GREATEST thing the loins of Kentucky ever produced. The son of a no-doubt, bonafide, HALL OF FAMER, "Classic" Carter Cash, the grandson of a PIONEER in this business, Carl Cash. My blood makes me worth ten-times more than the LOT OF YOU. It is a SHAME that a wrestling royalty PUREBRED is forced to even associate with MUTTS like you. Yes, I'm looking at you (finger quotes) Sensational Sherri .. ahh, Shane. You don't even belong in the same ZIPCODE as Carter Cash's son, much less the same tournament. Isn't there a bingo hall you can work instead? Is it really FAIR that I waste my SUPERIOR genetics, LIMITLESS talent, and GOOD family name to make you MARKETABLE? (shakes head) No, it's not fair. If I didn't have such a large following, even as pathetic as they truly are, there would be NO ONE around to even witness your GREATEST TRIUMPH. No, not a championship win, or meeting Ronald Reagan, but to stand in the ring with professional wrestling's GOLDEN CHILD, Lane Cash. To be able to shake MY HAND, which I WILL spit on beforehand. Then, in front of all the jobless, ignorant fools Boston has to offer, I'm going to knock your dome CLEAN OFF. It might not be IDEAL, it might not be what you WANT, but when you're Steven Shane, and I'm so f(bleep!)cking awesome, what can you really do?
(FTB)