_{The Name of the
Game}
^{Staring Dan Stein}

Dan Stein: "Just because you're, like... big and stuff... doesn't mean that you're a good wrestler, Davis."

Dan Stein stood in front of the mirror, totally checking out his topless body.

Dan Stein: "I mean... sure, you think you can throw people around, and you can wear masks and sneak attack people and stuff... but can you really wrestle? I mean, at the end of the day, do you really think you could wrestle yourself out of a paper bag? I mean, it'd have to be a pretty strong paper bag to fit you in it, but... I'm not sure you could get it off if you tried."

Stein flexed his biceps in front of his chest and oogled himself.

Dan Stein: "Heh, then again. You ARE the OPW Champion, right? And you did get it from... Pestalance and all."

Stein chuckled.

Dan Stein: "Ah, who am I kidding, Davis? Davis hasn't been a great wrestler since his days in DIWF, and even then he couldn't wrestle to save his life. All that you, Pestalance, Ledge and Azraith DeMitri are, is a bunch of barbarians trying to bash each other's heads in for a cheap pop from the fans and a redundant title."

Stein started to run his fingers down his washboard abdomen.

Dan Stein: "I mean... it's a wrestling title, not the Southern States title. I just don't get why nobody realizes that there is a difference between wrestling... and throwing someone off of a ten foot ladder into a burning pile of thumbtacks under a table. It just makes no sense to me."

Stein sighed.

Dan Stein: "But you take pride in holding that belt. In fact, you take pride in the fact that you're defending a worthless belt while you should be in court non-stop trying to win 'sole custody' over a kid, that's barely about to say 'dad'. You can be proud of that belt. Knowing you took it form a man that ran from the company, who took it from a guy that beats and kills women and doesn't face a lick of punishment because of some deal Craig Carson has worked out. All you dark drama fuckers think you're above the law, you think you're tough shit. Why don't you actually sit down and WRESTLE for once in your WRESTLING careers."

Stein sighed.

Dan Stein: "Such is the life of a pro-wrestler. I get to sit in the back and watch idiots like Azraith DeMitri hang little boys and watch Hantakira stab people in the eyes and shit, while I get to be a curtain jerker. The most talented body on the roster, and I get nada. That's why I left to go to TTW, where I WRESTLED in the spotlight. That's why Ed Raymond and I are here in OPW. To show the world that WRESTLING is actually, I don't know, ENTERTAINING. Outlaw Pro-Wrestling. WRESTLING, Davis. Wrestling. Sure, you won the title under regulation wrestling rules, and sure you did it with a true wrestling move, but, newsflash, Davis. Pestalance isn't a wrestler. Pestalance is historically known for being a hardcore champion, in DIWF specifically. He's a brawler. He's a powerhouse. He's everything BUT a wrestler."

Stein dropped his arms to his side, and looked over his shoulder in the mirror at the camera.

Dan Stein: "But me, Davis? I am a wrestler. I am everything wrestlers want to be. I'm quick... agile... crafty... I can reverse anything you throw at me, I can hook you up and put you in submissions, hell, I could even choke you out if I felt so inclined. I am a Sky High Champion. I'm an ALBATROSS Heavyweight Champion, and soon, Adam Davis, I'm going to be a champion in OPW. I was signed because of my talent. Not because of my ability to pick up a chair and crush someone with it, but because of my ability to turn a body slam into a spike DDT and a powerbomb into a hurricanrana. My ability to knock your head off your shoulders with lightning quick kicks, and the thunderous power of my Senton Splashes and variations of moonsaults. My entertainment value. My wrestling ability."

Stein turned around.

Dan Stein: "Wrestling, Davis. That's the name of the game. I am the best technical wrestle on the roster. I am the most meticulous person in OPW. And when Showdown rolls around, you'll know that I don't just talk big and bad. I actually do wrestle..."

Stein grinned.

Dan Stein: "Lights. Out."

Cut feed.

Camera opens up on the Julia Stein residence. Dan's mother sits in plain view of the camera, rocking back and forth in her chair. Little does she know of the man videotaping her, breathing deeply and thinking about doing horrible.. horrible things to her.
...Someone will pay...