Stein chuckled, rubbing his wrists.

“Yeah, Matt. Nicely done. If you were going for that whole, ‘I take steroids’ look, you did it. The ‘I’m a stereotypical jock, all muscle no brains’, you did that, too. Hell, if you wanted to come off like you’d never been laid before… well, ya did that, too…

“Perfectly. But, that’s what you’re good at, Matt. One thing you’re not good at? Wrestling. Period. It’s just not your cup of tea. You’re not a wrestle, you couldn’t wrestle your way out of a paper bag with a chainsaw. Shit, your dumbass doesn’t even know an Irish Whip from a German Suplex.”

Stein grinned, as the camera panned back to reveal Stein sitting on the edge of a bed, with red satin sheets over his lower body.

“Who the hell am I to talk, right? I’ve only been doin’ this for a year, Matt. A year! I’m still a pup, right?

Hey… name value… how long have you been wrestling? And I still don’t know shit about you? If your name value gets you anything, Matt, it’ll be a trip to rehab, ‘Addict’. So, you keep that ego of yours in check for a second, beef-brains. Dan Stein has to address the smart people.”

Stein smirked.

“Mason… fucking… Bishop. Classy guy. I told you he was a keeper. Creepy? Nah… just a simple mind-fucked individual, living in his own world. That little trick with the lights… seen it before. ‘Poof! There goes the people we wrestled with’. Show me something you haven’t done, Chivalric. Make me believe you care about me. I’m not Greyson Blade, Chiv. I’m not Chaos. I’m Dan Stein… and you’re getting old.”

A cocky smirk to his face as there was movement on the bed… other than Stein. Stein remained looking at the camera as a hand slid up and over his shoulder, a ring on the woman’s left ring finger. As she sat up she put her head on his shoulder.

“Daniel… come back to bed, Baby.”

Stein turned his head a little.

“Just one second, Ms. White.”

The woman slapped him softly.

“Daniel, I was Ms. White to you your Sophomore year in high school, I’m Heather now.”

Stein laughed.

“And I’m Dan now, Ms. White. Just lay back down and get some more rest… you’re going to need it when I’m done with this camera.”

The woman smiled and kissed him softly on the cheek, leaving a lip mark. Stein rubbed his chin and grinned.

“Phillip Storm? Here’s another brain-trust gone bad. Walks up in the doors of CWA like he’s a member of the X-Men, bustin’ storms out his ass like William Wallace. Cheap cgi and a green screen, Storm. I’ve seen that shit before, it’s a jag-off called Hydro in Outlaw Pro-Wrestling, though, and he’s on about the same level of intelligence as you are. Here’s the thing, though.

He knows he sucks. You’re still in denial.”

Stein leans back on his wrists, looking at the camera.

“You have your own federation up and running, and yet you’re using Sable’s air time to get yourself over? That’s fine, though. My fourteen year old brother can speak in sentences better than your crazy ass.

By the way, you promised me a storm, Phil… I’m still under a blue sky. You and Needle-dick Mahoney should create a tag team. Having one entity with the IQ of a retard is still better than two entities with an IQ of a carrot.

Oh, and best of luck to your federation. Hopefully it takes off so the CWA can actually get REAL talent in the ring instead of having Superstars like myself support your broke ass through a fucking wrestling match, you gangly-toothed British fuckhead.”

Stein smirks, once again, looking to the camera.

“Wild Chylde… ah, so we meet again.”

Stein sits up, straight.

“You know, Michael Craiford isn’t exactly… dynamite compared to me, Ai Mei. You ever need a ‘play-toy’, you come to your boy. The one thing I’ve never touched but have wanted to, is that kitty between your legs, Ai. And I don’t mean your lady-friend, either.”

Stein winks at the camera.

“Life after OPW really is different, isn’t it, Ai. What, did Carson cut you loose? Say you weren’t good enough for him? Put you in a match you knew you were going to lose, but went through to leave with an ounce of dignity?

Yeah, he pulled that shit on me, too. Fuckin’ cock. That’s fine though, had he not’ve done what he did, I never would’ve ended up here, in the gold ol’ CWA, where half of the roster eats paint chips, and the other half can’t spell wrestling, let alone do it well (of course there are a few exceptions to every rule). But you, Ai… I’ve seen you wrestle before. You actually have talent.

Hooray. Competition.”

Stein makes the jerk-off motion quick.

“I haven’t seen competition in a wrestling ring since HantaKira got tangled up in the ropes.”

(HantaKira, one of OPW’s champions, is a 500lb sumo wrestler turned pro-wrestler.)

“But, I’ll get it in you. The one thing that surprises me, Ai Mei, is your record here in CWA. What is it, oh-fer-what? Oh-fer three? Four? What’s wrong, Ai Mei? Haven’t gotten into your groove yet?

Don’t worry, sugar lips. I wont let those two ‘jizz-stains-on-the-matress’ lay an inappropriate hand on you. But that don’t mean I wont lay a hurtin’ to you, in the ring, and… well, right here in this bed.”

Stein looked over his shoulder at the sleeping woman. He smirks, and looks back.

“So, when am I going to get a singles match? These gimmick matches are getting kinda… boring. With guys like Attict running his hand over his sexy muscles, you’d think he’d have a lick of talent… haven’t seen it. Storm’s here, telling me he’ll shoot lightning bolts out his arse, and hasn’t backed it up, and Ai Mei… well… the sexy little kitten she is STILL hasn’t won a match yet.

You’d think you’d set me up with people with a slight hold on someone in the front office’s balls, don’t you?

Oh, well. Such is the life of Dan Stein. Underplayed, underpaid, and oversexed.”

Stein sighs, laying down. He runs his hand up and down the woman’s side. She moans for a second, and then begins to speak.

“Dan, do that one thing you did to me earlier.”

Stein turns to the camera. He smirks.

“I love feeling the rush.”

Stein chuckles.

“Don’t worry, Ms. White. You can Feel the Rush… anytime.”

Stein winks at the camera again before laying down, and the camera fades out.