I am Dan Stein. I’m a six foot nothing farm boy from outside of Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Podunk Iowa. But I’ve been from Las Vegas to New York, back down to Winston-Salem, North Carolina, all the way back home to Chicago. So, don’t go playin’ that ‘country boy never seen shit’ card on me. I’ve heard it, it’s been played until the ink on the card disappeared. And don’t go thinkin’ my girls are cows, either, because the girls I get make your girls look like hippos. So lets eliminate the stereotypes right now. If anything, my upbringing is going to help me concentrate on kickin’ everyone’s ass that thinks they’re better than I am.

I’m Dan Stein. I’ve been cheated, I’ve been greeted, and I’ve sure as hell been defeated.

Ah, who the fuck am I kidding? I’m Dan ‘The Lights’ Stein, and you haven’t seen SHIT until you’ve stepped in the ring with me.

Stein smirks as the camera opens up. It appears as though we’re inside of a club, though the music can’t be heard in the background. Stein is wearing a nice collared long sleeve Rugby shirt. His blonde crew cut hair falls in a crown around his head, his ‘woman-friendly’ smile brightens up the room. As the camera pans back, Stein’s hands move from his hips, up to his head, where he wipes off a bead of sweat before walking over to the comfortable looking couch surrounding a wooden table with three drinks around. Stein scoots to sit behind the middle drink.

The Lights: “Now, now. Don’t go thinking I’m this cocky young gun shootin’ his mouth off with no back up. My pops taught me not to write checks my ass can’t cash. The fact of the matter, folks, is that I needed a place to make a legacy. I needed a place to prove myself, and the place I thought I was going to be able to do that in shut down.”

Stein shook his head as he thought back to his days in True Talent Wrestling.

The Lights: “And fate brought me here, to the Continental Wrestling Association. Right here in your backyard, people.”

Stein leans over the table, interlocking his fingers as he places his elbows on the table around his drink.

The Lights: “And I must tell you… the grass is greener in your backyard, rather than the one I used to run in. But don’t tell that to my old boss, he’s cashing in the money that I helped bring to his federation, and he’ll be too busy to listen to you, just like he was each and every time anyone of us tried to talk to him.”

Stein chuckled at the thought…

The Lights: “But that’s what I get for letting him dictate when I get what I’ve earned. And that’s a lesson I’ve learned. I guess that’s one thing I can thank him for, teaching me that just because a man says he’s going to do one thing for another, doesn’t mean he’s going to do it. The last lesson of the big cities I had to learn. A man has to get what he wants on his own.”

Stein grins from ear to ear as the sound of - feminine - voices can be heard entering the room. Stein slides out of the booth, and quickly stands up, greeting two women as the walk to either side of him. Stein wraps his arms around the women as he looks at the camera.

The Lights: “And sometimes that man gets two of what he wants.”

Stein gives the camera a wink as he turns the women around to the table. He lets one of them slide in before he does, and the second woman follows him.

First Woman: “Danny, Tina thinks you should give up on wrestling and stay here with us.”

Tina: “I never said that! That’s all Tasha!”

Stein grins.

The Lights: “Ladies, c’mon. You both know that the wrestling industry NEEDS Dan Stein. Guys like me, poster boys… we don’t just grow off of trees. I understand your concerns, ladies, and I appreciate the thought… how about we have a couple more drinks, and talk about this later?”

The women look to Stein, they bat their eyes and put their hands under their heads. Stein smirks at the camera.

The Lights: “That’s what this is all about. Well, mostly…”

Dan runs his hands along the jaw line of the attractive blonde woman to his right, then turns to the redhead to his left and plants a soft kiss on her cheek. The two women release a lust driven sigh.

The Lights: “I’m not here to prove I’m better than people. I’m not here to say, ‘Hey! Look at me!’… People look at me when I walk down the street. I’m here for a few things. Money. I’m a homey kid. My family’s poor, just like half of the other employees here. Recognition. I want to be remembered as one of the best wrestlers ever, but I’m not going to go out and run my mouth about it, I’m just going to do it. And most importantly, I’m here for the fans. I grew up a fan of wrestling, and I always wanted to see someone that was truly, sincerely there for the fans. And that’s me.”

The blonde woman, Tina, leans in and puts her head on Stein’s shoulder.

Tina: “Wow… you smell really good. What is that?”

Stein looks at her, dropping his hand around her shoulder.

The Lights: “That, ma’am, is my own personal cologne I’ve been developing with Calvin Klein.”

Tasha’s eyes grow wide. He turns Stein’s head so he can look at her.

Tasha: “You know Calvin Klein?”

Stein grins.

The Lights: “Ladies, you mean to tell me that you’ve never seen my billboards and magazine covers?”

Tasha: “OF COURSE! I could never forget a body like yours. But I didn’t think you actually knew him.”

As she finishes her statement, she runs her fingers up and down his washboard stomach.

The Lights: “Yeah, I know him, Tasha.”

At that moment, Tasha, too, leans in and puts her head on Dan’s shoulder. Stein looks at the camera with the two beautiful bombshells on either arm, putty for his molding.

The Lights: “Don’t worry. You wont see me walking down to the ring with women surrounding me, and you wont hear me blabbering on about how I’m the American heart throb… you already know that. No. I’m not ‘The American Heart Throb’. I’m Dan – The Lights – Stein. I bring to the ring more talent in my root foot than most tag teams have total… and I’ll prove it to you. I’ve said it once, no need for me to say it again. If you don’t listen to me, that’s your fault. Your loss. Your headache.”

Stein sighs, looking at the women again. The two sit up, and look at him.

Tina and Tasha: “Danny, lets go dance.”

Tasha: “Sitting in this room, all cozied up to you, is making me sleepy.”

Tina: “Yeah, me too. C’mon, Dan. Lets dance!”

Stein looks to the women, then to the camera.

The Lights: “Alright, girls. You head down there, get another drink from the bar. Tell Dave to put it on my tab. I’m going to finish up here and use the little boys’ room. I’ll be down there in a second.”

Tina and Tasha: “Aww!”

The Lights: “Don’t worry, ladies. It wont be long.”

The two women lean up and kiss him on either side of the cheek, their hands on his chest. As they scoot out from either side of the couch, Stein’s face can be seen with lipstick on either cheek. Stein grins, again, and wipes off the makeup before leaning back in the seat, draping his hands over the back of the couch.

The Lights: “It’s just a matter of time, people. Just a matter of time before you see ‘The Lights’ holding CWA gold, and for a long… long… period of time. People will doubt me, the girls will love me, and the guys will want to be me, but the first person Dan Stein sees in the middle of a CWA ring will feel The Rush, courtesy of ‘The Lights’. Whoever that is, whoever the unlucky person is… don’t even waste my time.”

Stein slid out of the booth, fixing his shirt.

The Lights: “Start counting.”

Stein smirks, and walks past the camera, as it zooms in to the dance floor, the two women that were on Stein’s sides the only girls illuminated against the backdrop of the other dancing people.