Dan Stein walked through the doors of his locker room, chuckling to himself. The white earphones in his ear belonged to the white iPod tucked inside his designer jeans pocket. He dropped his bag in the center of the room, and walked over to the lone chair, before he slouched over, lazily continuing to listen to his iPod. A few seconds pass, Stein continues to smirk, laugh and grin as a knock is heard on the door. Stein, obviously inebriated by the loud noise from the iPod, continues to listen as the door opens. The further it's pushed open, the more interested Dan gets, until he pulls the iPod earphones from his ear

Dan Stein: Excuse me? Can I help you?

He asks, forwardly. The door opens further, Stein stands, walking towards the intruder.

Dan Stein: What in the hell do you think you're doing?

A head peeks out from around the door.

Brian Miller: Brian Miller, owner of TIW.

Stein steps back.

Dan Stein: Oh. You're Brian Miller?

Miller looks over himself.

Brian Miller: Yes, yes I am.

Dan Stein: Dan 'The Lights' Stein, fan favorite and first ever TIW World Champion.

Miller laughs.

Brian Miller: You think so, huh?

Stein smirks.

Dan Stein: Brian, you already know I am. You sent me the contract. To my current federation. You wanted to show me your balls. You know how I wrestle, you know how I work with the fans. You know that I'm your biggest draw on the roster right now.

Brian Miller: You haven't even stepped foot in a TIW ring yet, Dan.

Dan Stein: And here you are, knocking at my door, trying to make a good impression. Miller, you're not an idiot. Neither am I. If you were, I'd still be in True Talent Wrestling, working for Ed Raymond. But you made the smartest career move of your life. Signing me.

Brian Miller: Don't get full of yourself, pal.

Dan Stein: Bullshit, Miller. You're paying me half of what you're paying any other 'star' in TIW, and I'm still going to put on three times the matches as anyone else. Not because I'm good.

Brian Miller: You are.

Dan Stein: Or talented.

Brian Miller: Indeed.

Dan Stein: But because it's my life. Putting on a show, making the fans jump out of their seats, screaming 'Holy Shit!' as loud as they can. You brought me here to the TIW because you know that in just three months, I'll make up the money you're paying me, and then some. I'll have created so much revenue for your precious baby that you wont know what to do with it. You want me here, you want me to be your guy. Your first champion. And Brian?

Brian Miller: What?

Dan Stein: I'm ready when you are. There's been one show, and all ready I see jamokes trying to undermine you, trying to flex their proverbial muscles. It pisses me off, they know nothing of what this sport is truly about. You want me to be a champion, I want to take out a big dog. Give me Clancy--

Brian Miller: Clancy?

Dan Stein: Brogan. Give me that mick, and I'll put on a show the TIW fans never once thought they'd see. The Devilish Irishman will fall flat on the mat, I'll dance a jig on his body, and take one girl with the Luck of the Irish, out for a pint of Guinness in his honor. Can you do that for me, Brian? Can you work on that for me?

Brian Miller: I'll see what I can do.

Dan Stein: Do it, and all your dreams will come true. TIW, The Lights... a match made in Heaven.

Brian Miller: I like you, Stein. You're my kind of guy.

Dan Stein: Awesome, now get me that match, a water bottle, and some time to listen to some Mitch Hedberg, and I'll feel the same about you.

Brian Miller: I'll see what I can do.

Miller sticks his hand out and Stein shakes it. Miller turns around and leaves, Stein looks to the camera and laughs.

Dan Stein: That guy cracks me up.

He walks to the chair, sits down and grabs into a duffle bag, pulling out a water bottle.

Dan Stein: My name is Dan Stein. No, you can't win my money, no I don't do Visine commercials. Ben Stein isn't even related to me, nor have I met him, been in the same room, or even invited to the same parties as he has, so get that idea out of your jocks.

I'm Dan Stein, 19 year old phenom from Iowa City, Iowa. Yes, 19 years old. No, I'm not in diapers, but if you under estimate me, you might end up in them. Just because I'm pretty doesn't mean I'm not your worst fucking nightmare in that ring. They don't call me 'The Kicker' for my health.

I'm six foot one inch, but don't think I'm just a cruiserweight. All 215+ pounds of me have twice the pride, power, skill and ability that any of you asses have even dreamed about having. I'm Dan 'The Lights' Stein, TIW's poster child.

Brogan, don't worry. I'll come for you first. In fact, don't even waste my time,

Just Start Counting."

About that time, Miller walks into the room with a water bottle, just to catch Stein take a drink. He looks at Stein, aggitated.

Dan Stein: Got to have backups.

Stein smirks as the scene fades.