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MysteryMan
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(FADEIN: GUNS is standing in the locker room of the Shark Tank following On Time.)
GUNS: You know, there's not many people in this promotion that I have much respect for...but for Wicked Sight to come out the way he did... to have the AUDACITY to interrupt ME, the straw that stirs the drink, man to man...FACE TO FACE...it showed a lot of guts. (Smiles.) You've got Eddy Love and his little girlfriend JJ Deville cutting the cute promos and talking big when I'm NOT standing ten feet in front of them. We all saw tonight that Eddy Love can TALK a good game, but when a half-CRIPPLED Eli Flair got in his face, he backed down...so what exactly does he expect to happen when the Strongest Arms in the World are standing across the ring from him at Primetime? (Laughs.) As for JJ Deville, tonight I sent a brief message courtesy of Third Row, Inc...and that message is when I say I'm going to do something, I can BACK it up.
Wicked Sight, I'm so SICK and TIRED of young wrestlers coming out and screaming that it's their time. You think this is your time, Mike Plett? Then for God's sakes, PROVE IT. On the one hand, you're rooting for me to succeed...you want me to start with the OLD and work my way back...you want me to wipe out the Hornets, the Randalls', the Windhams, the Flairs, so that the playing field is wide open for every wet behind the ears Johnny Come Lately that laces up a pair of boots. But, on the other hand, you know that if I were to do that, NOBODY would be talking about the Evan Ahos or the Wicked Sights...all they'd be talking about is WHO GUNS WILL DESTROY NEXT. (Grins.) Wicked Sight, dreams can come true for you...because at the end of this month, in PRIME TIME, the Strongest Arms in the World steps in the ring with Mike Randalls...the Strongest Arms in the World steps in the ring with Mark Windham...and oh yes, the Strongest Arms in the World steps in the ring with Eddy Love. And you can rest assured, Mikey, that I'm going to give those three men the beating of their natural lives. Randalls and Windham, they've felt it before... but for Mr. Love, this is going to be something special, and something that I'm going to enjoy VERY much. Because, Eddy, your houseboy can tell you...you just haven't LIVED until your PUNK ASS has been TOSSED into the third row and you've been made a SOUVENIR for some lucky fan!
But, you see, Wicked Sight...the dreams don't end there...because at PrimeTime, you've got a SHOT. You and Evan Aho, two of the sport's hottest young lions, looking to put on a CLASSIC match that wrestling fans will be talking about for GENERATIONS. Thirty minutes...no... SIXTY minutes of INTENSE action, the crowd on the edge of their seats, and when it's all said and done, you get Aho down for the ONE! TWO! THREE! FIVE STARS, scream the dirt sheets...A MATCH FOR THE AGES, scream the fans...that's your dream, Wicked Sight...but it's time to get a little dose of REALITY.
Because, Mike, your DREAM...is my NIGHTMARE. I don't WANT the fans to look at the CSWA in a brand new light. I don't WANT the fans to witness the match of a lifetime. I don't WANT the fans to be talking about your match with Evan Aho for generations to come. I don't WANT the CSWA to get a five star match to build two future legends of this sport on. (Laughs.) No, Wicked Sight, make no mistake...I want the CSWA to crumble and DIE.
But at the end of the day, Mike, I'll be doing you a favor. Because truth be told, I've held that belt that you're dreaming about, and trust me...YOU DON'T WANT IT. It's not worth it...turns out it never was. Mike, if you've learned nothing else from Anniversary's main event, you must have learned that the CSWA isn't about athletic competition...it isn't about the best man winning...it's about the egos of TWO MEN. Chad Merritt and Hornet. That's all this place is about, Mike. The OWNER...and the FRANCHISE...whether they're on the same side, or butting heads, the sole purpose of this place is to serve the egos of TWO MEN, and those men are not named Evan Aho and Wicked Sight. (Grins.) Sure, you and Aho could have a match for the history books and provide a little LIFE SUPPORT, but the beast is dying, and quite frankly I'm here to PULL THE PLUG.
Prime Time, Mike...it's not going to be about Chad Merritt and Hornet. No. It's not going to be about two hot young lions vying for a championship belt that's not worth its gold plating. It's going to be about ME, Sight...and it's not an EGO TRIP...far from it...it's about me doing what NEEDS to be done...tearing this place down BRICK by BRICK. Mark Windham! Mike Randalls! Eddy Love! THREE CAR PILEUP, as far as I'm concerned...and then the icing on the cake. Wicked Sight, you crashed my party tonight at On Time...congratulations, YOU JUST MADE A NAME FOR YOURSELF! (golf claps) But at Prime Time, son, Third Row, Inc. is going to crash YOUR party...and as I used to say in the "old" days...if you don't like it, that's TOO DAMN BAD... because there's NOTHING you can do about it.
GUNS: You know, there's not many people in this promotion that I have much respect for...but for Wicked Sight to come out the way he did... to have the AUDACITY to interrupt ME, the straw that stirs the drink, man to man...FACE TO FACE...it showed a lot of guts. (Smiles.) You've got Eddy Love and his little girlfriend JJ Deville cutting the cute promos and talking big when I'm NOT standing ten feet in front of them. We all saw tonight that Eddy Love can TALK a good game, but when a half-CRIPPLED Eli Flair got in his face, he backed down...so what exactly does he expect to happen when the Strongest Arms in the World are standing across the ring from him at Primetime? (Laughs.) As for JJ Deville, tonight I sent a brief message courtesy of Third Row, Inc...and that message is when I say I'm going to do something, I can BACK it up.
Wicked Sight, I'm so SICK and TIRED of young wrestlers coming out and screaming that it's their time. You think this is your time, Mike Plett? Then for God's sakes, PROVE IT. On the one hand, you're rooting for me to succeed...you want me to start with the OLD and work my way back...you want me to wipe out the Hornets, the Randalls', the Windhams, the Flairs, so that the playing field is wide open for every wet behind the ears Johnny Come Lately that laces up a pair of boots. But, on the other hand, you know that if I were to do that, NOBODY would be talking about the Evan Ahos or the Wicked Sights...all they'd be talking about is WHO GUNS WILL DESTROY NEXT. (Grins.) Wicked Sight, dreams can come true for you...because at the end of this month, in PRIME TIME, the Strongest Arms in the World steps in the ring with Mike Randalls...the Strongest Arms in the World steps in the ring with Mark Windham...and oh yes, the Strongest Arms in the World steps in the ring with Eddy Love. And you can rest assured, Mikey, that I'm going to give those three men the beating of their natural lives. Randalls and Windham, they've felt it before... but for Mr. Love, this is going to be something special, and something that I'm going to enjoy VERY much. Because, Eddy, your houseboy can tell you...you just haven't LIVED until your PUNK ASS has been TOSSED into the third row and you've been made a SOUVENIR for some lucky fan!
But, you see, Wicked Sight...the dreams don't end there...because at PrimeTime, you've got a SHOT. You and Evan Aho, two of the sport's hottest young lions, looking to put on a CLASSIC match that wrestling fans will be talking about for GENERATIONS. Thirty minutes...no... SIXTY minutes of INTENSE action, the crowd on the edge of their seats, and when it's all said and done, you get Aho down for the ONE! TWO! THREE! FIVE STARS, scream the dirt sheets...A MATCH FOR THE AGES, scream the fans...that's your dream, Wicked Sight...but it's time to get a little dose of REALITY.
Because, Mike, your DREAM...is my NIGHTMARE. I don't WANT the fans to look at the CSWA in a brand new light. I don't WANT the fans to witness the match of a lifetime. I don't WANT the fans to be talking about your match with Evan Aho for generations to come. I don't WANT the CSWA to get a five star match to build two future legends of this sport on. (Laughs.) No, Wicked Sight, make no mistake...I want the CSWA to crumble and DIE.
But at the end of the day, Mike, I'll be doing you a favor. Because truth be told, I've held that belt that you're dreaming about, and trust me...YOU DON'T WANT IT. It's not worth it...turns out it never was. Mike, if you've learned nothing else from Anniversary's main event, you must have learned that the CSWA isn't about athletic competition...it isn't about the best man winning...it's about the egos of TWO MEN. Chad Merritt and Hornet. That's all this place is about, Mike. The OWNER...and the FRANCHISE...whether they're on the same side, or butting heads, the sole purpose of this place is to serve the egos of TWO MEN, and those men are not named Evan Aho and Wicked Sight. (Grins.) Sure, you and Aho could have a match for the history books and provide a little LIFE SUPPORT, but the beast is dying, and quite frankly I'm here to PULL THE PLUG.
Prime Time, Mike...it's not going to be about Chad Merritt and Hornet. No. It's not going to be about two hot young lions vying for a championship belt that's not worth its gold plating. It's going to be about ME, Sight...and it's not an EGO TRIP...far from it...it's about me doing what NEEDS to be done...tearing this place down BRICK by BRICK. Mark Windham! Mike Randalls! Eddy Love! THREE CAR PILEUP, as far as I'm concerned...and then the icing on the cake. Wicked Sight, you crashed my party tonight at On Time...congratulations, YOU JUST MADE A NAME FOR YOURSELF! (golf claps) But at Prime Time, son, Third Row, Inc. is going to crash YOUR party...and as I used to say in the "old" days...if you don't like it, that's TOO DAMN BAD... because there's NOTHING you can do about it.