_{The Star of the Show}
^{Starring Dan Stein}

^{The streets of Las Vegas were always packed, especially this late at night. The tourists walked down the strip, soaking in every single light bulb as it blinked, flickered, bounced and called out for their attention. For every body that walked into a casino or hotel, another group of people exited. However, as the camera panned down the strip, one man stepped out of the hotel's front doors.}

^{The man wore a white button down t-shirt, over a pair of boot cut jeans and brown dress shoes. He had a fat cigar in his mouth, and his blonde hair was spiked. The cigar wasn't lit, he didn't even smoke them, just liked the taste in his mouth. As he looked around the strip, he shook his head, smirking. He looked at the camera as he turned took the final step out into the sidewalk.}

^{Dan Stein: "The night life that Las Vegas has to offer is second to none. But there's still something missing for me."}

^{He looked away for a second, watching the bodies of two gorgeous women walk by. His eyes linger for just a split second, barely long enough to prove that Stein was staring at their asses. As Stein turned around, his smirk came back to his face.}

^{Dan Stein: "It's definitely not women. These tourists chicks come and go like the wind. It's not the alcohol, Lord knows Vegas has its fair share of booze. Shit, I'm not even legal and I've gotten drunk at more places in Vegas than all of Iowa. No, no. What Vegas doesn't have that I want?"}

^{Stein nods, continuing down the street. His smile never leaves his face.}

^{Dan Stein: "The Alias Championship."}

^{Stein nods, pulling his hands out of his pockets and using them as he speaks.}

^{Dan Stein: "This title is everything that I have EVER looked for in a championship. In swimming, I coveted the state freestyle championship. In wrestling... there really isn't anything like it. What championship allows the owner to decide what rules it's played under? What championship allows the champion to make himself the star of the show? No title... but the Alias Championship."}

^{Stein laughs, rubbing at the stubble on his face. Still, he walks down the street, glancing at the people, the camera, and the lights, before continuing on.}

^{Dan Stein: "So that's why I'm here. That's why I'm in ICE. To redefine myself, to redefine the title. Brian Taylor had to vacate the championship, and while the reasoning is ridiculous, someone has to be the champion. This title can't just lay around vacant, while it's a fucking gold mine for the man that possesses it. I know there's something big in store for this title, and I know that I want to be a part of the festivities, but ladies and gents, I'm not just here to look good and get some ass, no. I'm not just here to make some people tremble in their booties for a while."}

^{Stein stops, looking at the doors of the dance club.}

^{Dan Stein: "I'm here because this is where I belong. And I'm going to prove that ICE gold belongs around my waist."}

^{Stein nods, smirking.}

^{Dan Stein: "I'm not just a bag of hot air, spouting off at the mouth, oh no. My wrestling skills, as you'll all soon realize? Are Lights Out."}

^{The camera faded away as Stein walked up to the door, patting the doorman on the chest before being let in in front of the line of people.}