Showtime24
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(FADEIN to Scotty Michaels at the Irish Pub, in Philadelphia. He is sitting in a small booth, ladies all around him... HEEL, always present, stands over the table... arms crossed, no expression on his face. Scotty has around the table bottles of various Canadian beers, all empty of course... Molson Canadian, Molson Ice, Moosehead, LaBatt's, and the list goes on and one. HEEL has the North American championship belt over his shoulder..)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: I figure, there can't be a better way to invest my time in the Canadian portion of North America, then to try their beers. We've got it all here, and honestly, I think I've tried it all. All I've got to say about all of these beers is that they never match up to a good ol' Budweiser.
(It's noticeable that Scotty is beginning to slur his words, from lots of drinking..)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: Now while they are good, they're just not my style, man... you know what else isn't my style, kissing asses. That's exactly what the brass here at the WFW has been telling me to do. They figured they would send me on a publicity tour, to get the word out about the WFW, about my run for president, and about me being the representative of North America. Well I'm not usually big on cursing, but to put it like my cousin Shawn Matthews would, F**K ALL THAT SH*T. The WFW, the Canadians, the Mexicans... all I care about is ME! That's all I've ever cared about, and all I ever will care about. I may be the VIEWER'S CHOICE, but it's not because I do exactly as the fans say. It's because I put on the BEST DAMN SHOW, every time I step between those ropes.
(Scotty's visibly starting to pass out, in the booth...)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: I'm the best..
(FADEOUT, as the ladies help Michaels out of the booth. HEEL picks him up, and throws him over his shoulder..)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: I figure, there can't be a better way to invest my time in the Canadian portion of North America, then to try their beers. We've got it all here, and honestly, I think I've tried it all. All I've got to say about all of these beers is that they never match up to a good ol' Budweiser.
(It's noticeable that Scotty is beginning to slur his words, from lots of drinking..)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: Now while they are good, they're just not my style, man... you know what else isn't my style, kissing asses. That's exactly what the brass here at the WFW has been telling me to do. They figured they would send me on a publicity tour, to get the word out about the WFW, about my run for president, and about me being the representative of North America. Well I'm not usually big on cursing, but to put it like my cousin Shawn Matthews would, F**K ALL THAT SH*T. The WFW, the Canadians, the Mexicans... all I care about is ME! That's all I've ever cared about, and all I ever will care about. I may be the VIEWER'S CHOICE, but it's not because I do exactly as the fans say. It's because I put on the BEST DAMN SHOW, every time I step between those ropes.
(Scotty's visibly starting to pass out, in the booth...)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: I'm the best..
(FADEOUT, as the ladies help Michaels out of the booth. HEEL picks him up, and throws him over his shoulder..)
