Chain Reaction 8: Johnny Niles vs. SpookyDoom
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SpookyDoom
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Months earlier, at the unemployment office.
"So tell us Mr... Doom, was it? Your previous work experience, please."
The kid sitting at the other end of the office desk fidgets nervously. Dressed in a skintight sleeveless hoodie, Spooky Doom seems to wear his wrestling clothes regardless of occasion. He also brought his lil' scythe along, hanging it up neatly upon the coatrack. Asking questions is a balding bureaucrat, jotting notes down on paper and paying the supernatural grappler little to no mind.
"You have no idea how much it hurts me to be here", answers Spooky Doom. "I've got libertarians in the family, I'm too young to collect unemployment benefits!"
The bureaucrat remains unaffected. Barely lifting his head up from his report, he repeats the question.
"I'm a little Grim Reaper... like, thingy." Spooky Doom's answer does nothing to impress the bureaucrat. "I go out and claim the souls of the living and send them burning straight to hell. Also, I wrestle a lot. Mostly I just work my magic inside the ring and get the crowd pumpin' while kicking ass and taking evil down by the balls."
The brief outburst of confidence goes unnoticed by the administrative official. Drab office environment and featureless plastic furniture might promote efficiency in the workplace but does little to boost spirits, much to the dismay of one such as Spooky Doom. "A Grim Reaper-like thingy? Sir, I'll have to ask you to be more specific if we're going to continue this interview", the old man announces in the plainest and most boring tone imaginable. "What is it that you do for a living?"
A fair question if nothing else but our struggling little luchador seems to take it in the wrong way. "First of all, that question is totally discriminatory towards the undead! But really it's like I said: I step into the ring and kick abundant amount of asses. Often in the coolest, most spectacular manner ever. Or at least I used to, which is pretty much why I'm here at the unemployment department."
"Look, I just need a job back on the pro-wrestling circuit. My origins and occupation are so horribly, terribly complicated. Really I just took the friggin' Grim Reaper shtick after my uncle passed away, but who knew he'd come back? And die again? And come back again? Over and over? I just wanted to be badass and wear a duster, rising from the grave and pulling all sorts of death-defying ****. Impress the world. Impress the ladies. Be a hero. Make things right by claiming the souls of those who have none. Don't ask me how that works because it just does."
"My name's Spooky Doom, aka the Deadkid aka lil' Phenom aka the Undead Superstar. I was born and reborn to do this s***. Most metal job in the world and now I can't do it no more so I need you to find me another place of employment. So tell me: can you help a Reaper out?"
The bureaucrat licks his pen like some anachronism from another century and dutifully writes all of that down. "And what happened for you to lose your previous job?"
"Would you believe the old place died?"
"So tell us Mr... Doom, was it? Your previous work experience, please."
The kid sitting at the other end of the office desk fidgets nervously. Dressed in a skintight sleeveless hoodie, Spooky Doom seems to wear his wrestling clothes regardless of occasion. He also brought his lil' scythe along, hanging it up neatly upon the coatrack. Asking questions is a balding bureaucrat, jotting notes down on paper and paying the supernatural grappler little to no mind.
"You have no idea how much it hurts me to be here", answers Spooky Doom. "I've got libertarians in the family, I'm too young to collect unemployment benefits!"
The bureaucrat remains unaffected. Barely lifting his head up from his report, he repeats the question.
"I'm a little Grim Reaper... like, thingy." Spooky Doom's answer does nothing to impress the bureaucrat. "I go out and claim the souls of the living and send them burning straight to hell. Also, I wrestle a lot. Mostly I just work my magic inside the ring and get the crowd pumpin' while kicking ass and taking evil down by the balls."
The brief outburst of confidence goes unnoticed by the administrative official. Drab office environment and featureless plastic furniture might promote efficiency in the workplace but does little to boost spirits, much to the dismay of one such as Spooky Doom. "A Grim Reaper-like thingy? Sir, I'll have to ask you to be more specific if we're going to continue this interview", the old man announces in the plainest and most boring tone imaginable. "What is it that you do for a living?"
A fair question if nothing else but our struggling little luchador seems to take it in the wrong way. "First of all, that question is totally discriminatory towards the undead! But really it's like I said: I step into the ring and kick abundant amount of asses. Often in the coolest, most spectacular manner ever. Or at least I used to, which is pretty much why I'm here at the unemployment department."
"Look, I just need a job back on the pro-wrestling circuit. My origins and occupation are so horribly, terribly complicated. Really I just took the friggin' Grim Reaper shtick after my uncle passed away, but who knew he'd come back? And die again? And come back again? Over and over? I just wanted to be badass and wear a duster, rising from the grave and pulling all sorts of death-defying ****. Impress the world. Impress the ladies. Be a hero. Make things right by claiming the souls of those who have none. Don't ask me how that works because it just does."
"My name's Spooky Doom, aka the Deadkid aka lil' Phenom aka the Undead Superstar. I was born and reborn to do this s***. Most metal job in the world and now I can't do it no more so I need you to find me another place of employment. So tell me: can you help a Reaper out?"
The bureaucrat licks his pen like some anachronism from another century and dutifully writes all of that down. "And what happened for you to lose your previous job?"
"Would you believe the old place died?"
SpookyDoom
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WATCH OUT EVERYBODY, THIS IS JUST AN ULTRATITLE TOURNAMENT PREVIEW!
Spooky Doom, stylin' on the streets of Seattle with his brand new IWF shirt worn over the usual sleeveless V-cut hoodie (also, fanny pack since we're doing this outdoors). Peek under the hood: a mask etched with infernal green flames stares back at you. Talk about glad? He's relieved: flashing a thumbs up as the camera approaches. It's cool clear skies on a beautiful April morning as we're strolling by Fairview avenue north, the entire Pacific ocean serving as our backdrop.
"Hey guys it's the Spooky Doom back in action again, headed your way at the Moss Bay event center to smash some faces in and claim whatever souls pop out! Not gonna lie, it's been a while since I stepped inside the ring but you guys are in for a treat: you get to see what the Deadkid is all about."
Sly smile from a satisfied lil' luchador. Let's take a second look at the kid: he's young and he's somewhat short but wide shoulders belie a level of commitment to the gym not found in your usual cruiserweight. What I'm saying is that the dude has some serious muscles creeping through his strange uniform. Speaking of which, what kind of wrestler fights in a freakin' hoodie? Spooky Doom, that's who. He's the devil in white, the tight hood hugging onto the black flame-etched mask, possibly stitched to it too. Probably had the hood pulled off during many a match until he found the solution.
"Now let's face facts; I don't know what a Johnny Niles does but I'm sure it never crossed any undead Grim Reapers of wrestling before. You know, cuz we leave our mark in this business wherever we go. Some of us are remembered as the best pure striker in the game. Some of us dabble in MMA. Some of us shoot lightning bolts out of our fingertips; okay, I'm sorry, that was all the same dude. Me? I can't teleport in the dark just yet, but ain't no one has the skillz I bring inside the ring."
Smirks. Five foot seven inches tall and carries himself like Kanye West. Undead luchador Kanye. All he needs now are shutter shades over the mask. He doesn't let up on the mic either.
"So I haven't actually wrestled since a while, sue me. I'll just have to prove how crazy good I am on my own. I'm getting an opportunity to display my skillz on the national stage and that's all I ever needed to make the "Undead Superstar" moniker ring true. Do I need to know anymore about Johnny Niles? Well I'd appreciate, but the answer is no."
Allow the "Undead Superstar" to avail himself with a sip from his water bottle as he further addresses the issue.
"See, it's not a question of taking anyone lightly and it's not a question of me being "cocky" or any other label you wanna stick on me; it's a question of me doing what I do best and people falling down on their backsides as a result, usually for the count of three. And it's not like I targeted Johnny Niles here for some grim retribution by way of nethereal dissolution or anything like that, hell naw!"
Still, he is searching for motivations at this point. Picking his words carefully, Spooky Doom offers the following explanation, "Before they show Vizi vs mumbling Mateo, I wanted to show what true talent looks like and what it actually does when it's used for good. I know some dudes just say they're perfect over and over and call it a night; yeah, no, that's not me. When I joined the IWF, I was hoping I could make a difference somewhere down the line."
Close-up from the camera, putting us face-to-mask with the supernatural grappler. "Or I could just beat someone up, get a paycheck and come back next week for more of the same. Unlife is what you make of it, as they say. But I guess you've figured out from the rugged dress code (always in this stress mode) that I'm more than just this cool attractive dude that get's all the money because of how easy I make this look. I choose to take on this legacy where you have to lock another guy inside a casket to win the fight. I've got real serious-minded stiffs in the family watching over me. What I'm trying to say is that wrestling means so much more to me."
He chuckles, realizing himself how ridiculous his situation is. "The deal with pro-wrestling is that there's SO MANY extremely talented people compared to any other sport. No serious, just listen to them all! Now I'm not one to assume anyone would ever lie about their skillz, but fact of the matter is that talent alone only gets you so far in this bizness. Me? I'm fighting for a cause, and don't ever confuse a fighter with a purpose with someone merely talented. And please don't answer: "my cause is being the best in the world" because that s*** is weaksauce and everyone knows it."
"I'm gonna kick ass, take souls and rock n' roll. Starting with Johnny Niles and going through the rest of the world. Cuz I'm good at what I do. And I actually enjoy my job. And I'd like to think that makes all the difference between me and everyone else who thinks they do a sweet huracanrana. But never mind this s***, I've got souls to claim in the IWF!"
Fade out under the Seattle sun, Spooky Doom raising his hand up in a devil horn as we take our leave.
Spooky Doom, stylin' on the streets of Seattle with his brand new IWF shirt worn over the usual sleeveless V-cut hoodie (also, fanny pack since we're doing this outdoors). Peek under the hood: a mask etched with infernal green flames stares back at you. Talk about glad? He's relieved: flashing a thumbs up as the camera approaches. It's cool clear skies on a beautiful April morning as we're strolling by Fairview avenue north, the entire Pacific ocean serving as our backdrop.
"Hey guys it's the Spooky Doom back in action again, headed your way at the Moss Bay event center to smash some faces in and claim whatever souls pop out! Not gonna lie, it's been a while since I stepped inside the ring but you guys are in for a treat: you get to see what the Deadkid is all about."
Sly smile from a satisfied lil' luchador. Let's take a second look at the kid: he's young and he's somewhat short but wide shoulders belie a level of commitment to the gym not found in your usual cruiserweight. What I'm saying is that the dude has some serious muscles creeping through his strange uniform. Speaking of which, what kind of wrestler fights in a freakin' hoodie? Spooky Doom, that's who. He's the devil in white, the tight hood hugging onto the black flame-etched mask, possibly stitched to it too. Probably had the hood pulled off during many a match until he found the solution.
"Now let's face facts; I don't know what a Johnny Niles does but I'm sure it never crossed any undead Grim Reapers of wrestling before. You know, cuz we leave our mark in this business wherever we go. Some of us are remembered as the best pure striker in the game. Some of us dabble in MMA. Some of us shoot lightning bolts out of our fingertips; okay, I'm sorry, that was all the same dude. Me? I can't teleport in the dark just yet, but ain't no one has the skillz I bring inside the ring."
Smirks. Five foot seven inches tall and carries himself like Kanye West. Undead luchador Kanye. All he needs now are shutter shades over the mask. He doesn't let up on the mic either.
"So I haven't actually wrestled since a while, sue me. I'll just have to prove how crazy good I am on my own. I'm getting an opportunity to display my skillz on the national stage and that's all I ever needed to make the "Undead Superstar" moniker ring true. Do I need to know anymore about Johnny Niles? Well I'd appreciate, but the answer is no."
Allow the "Undead Superstar" to avail himself with a sip from his water bottle as he further addresses the issue.
"See, it's not a question of taking anyone lightly and it's not a question of me being "cocky" or any other label you wanna stick on me; it's a question of me doing what I do best and people falling down on their backsides as a result, usually for the count of three. And it's not like I targeted Johnny Niles here for some grim retribution by way of nethereal dissolution or anything like that, hell naw!"
Still, he is searching for motivations at this point. Picking his words carefully, Spooky Doom offers the following explanation, "Before they show Vizi vs mumbling Mateo, I wanted to show what true talent looks like and what it actually does when it's used for good. I know some dudes just say they're perfect over and over and call it a night; yeah, no, that's not me. When I joined the IWF, I was hoping I could make a difference somewhere down the line."
Close-up from the camera, putting us face-to-mask with the supernatural grappler. "Or I could just beat someone up, get a paycheck and come back next week for more of the same. Unlife is what you make of it, as they say. But I guess you've figured out from the rugged dress code (always in this stress mode) that I'm more than just this cool attractive dude that get's all the money because of how easy I make this look. I choose to take on this legacy where you have to lock another guy inside a casket to win the fight. I've got real serious-minded stiffs in the family watching over me. What I'm trying to say is that wrestling means so much more to me."
He chuckles, realizing himself how ridiculous his situation is. "The deal with pro-wrestling is that there's SO MANY extremely talented people compared to any other sport. No serious, just listen to them all! Now I'm not one to assume anyone would ever lie about their skillz, but fact of the matter is that talent alone only gets you so far in this bizness. Me? I'm fighting for a cause, and don't ever confuse a fighter with a purpose with someone merely talented. And please don't answer: "my cause is being the best in the world" because that s*** is weaksauce and everyone knows it."
"I'm gonna kick ass, take souls and rock n' roll. Starting with Johnny Niles and going through the rest of the world. Cuz I'm good at what I do. And I actually enjoy my job. And I'd like to think that makes all the difference between me and everyone else who thinks they do a sweet huracanrana. But never mind this s***, I've got souls to claim in the IWF!"
Fade out under the Seattle sun, Spooky Doom raising his hand up in a devil horn as we take our leave.
Johnny Niles
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Johnny Niles, driving down to the arena in his bright red Nissan 370Z Coupe, with a smirk on his face. After he arrives, he steps out of the car and enters the arena. He inhales deeply and looks into the camera.
"Hello guys. For those of you who don't know me, Johnny Niles's the name, wrestling's the game. I'm not here to make any friends - maybe some temporary allies to defeat a common enemy, but that's it - but I am here to kick some ass and break some bones. I've heard that this 'Scooby Doo' fellow has targeted me, but I'm not worried. Apparently he's never heard of me or watched my matches, cause if he did, he wouldn't be so arrogant in challenging me."
A smirk from Philadelphia native. He ponders on his next answer. After a moment of thought, he replies:
"He's a luchador, apparently. I've studied lucha libre before, and I know all it's tricks. I've beaten several luchadors before, and I doubt this 'Scooby Doo'..."
Niles stops his speech and listens to the cameraman.
"What? His name's 'SpookyDoom', not 'Scooby Doo'? Doesn't make a difference. Now where was I... Oh yeah, I doubt this SpookyDoom guy will be any different. I'm the Best In The World, I put on 5 star matches every week for the fans out there. I've beaten wrestlers from around the world: Mexico, Italy, Canada, Japan, Scotland, etc. I'm not afraid of a guy who pretends to be some sort of supernatural being."
Niles inhales deeply, takes a sip from his Pepsi bottle, and continues.
"Listen here, SpookyDoom. I've studied your matches. I know how to counter your moves and how to beat you. I hear you don't know how to teleport in darkness or shoot lightning bolts from your fingertips. That's too bad, cause you'll need those things if you plan on beating me, THE BEST IN THE WORLD!!!!"
Johnny Niles leaves with a serious look on his face as the scene fades to black.
"Hello guys. For those of you who don't know me, Johnny Niles's the name, wrestling's the game. I'm not here to make any friends - maybe some temporary allies to defeat a common enemy, but that's it - but I am here to kick some ass and break some bones. I've heard that this 'Scooby Doo' fellow has targeted me, but I'm not worried. Apparently he's never heard of me or watched my matches, cause if he did, he wouldn't be so arrogant in challenging me."
A smirk from Philadelphia native. He ponders on his next answer. After a moment of thought, he replies:
"He's a luchador, apparently. I've studied lucha libre before, and I know all it's tricks. I've beaten several luchadors before, and I doubt this 'Scooby Doo'..."
Niles stops his speech and listens to the cameraman.
"What? His name's 'SpookyDoom', not 'Scooby Doo'? Doesn't make a difference. Now where was I... Oh yeah, I doubt this SpookyDoom guy will be any different. I'm the Best In The World, I put on 5 star matches every week for the fans out there. I've beaten wrestlers from around the world: Mexico, Italy, Canada, Japan, Scotland, etc. I'm not afraid of a guy who pretends to be some sort of supernatural being."
Niles inhales deeply, takes a sip from his Pepsi bottle, and continues.
"Listen here, SpookyDoom. I've studied your matches. I know how to counter your moves and how to beat you. I hear you don't know how to teleport in darkness or shoot lightning bolts from your fingertips. That's too bad, cause you'll need those things if you plan on beating me, THE BEST IN THE WORLD!!!!"
Johnny Niles leaves with a serious look on his face as the scene fades to black.
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SpookyDoom
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"Uh, okay. Do I get a rebuttal video? I know this is like, Wednesday, but I've got something to say and I'm not real good at converting to CST anyhow, dig?"
[Camera stares upon the lonely and somewhat befuddled form of Spooky Doom, the masked lil' Phenom luchador entered at number 10 for the big ULTRATITLE tournament and who should not be confused with Go-Go Spectacular.]
"Johnny... Jo-Jo... I'm glad you made the effort to drop on over two days late and tell us what you're all about- No scratch that, screw you. You're lazy, you're naive and you have no idea how this wrestling biz works. I know I said how I wasn't targeting you for that netherial dissolution thingy us Grim Reaper-type wrestlers do but after seeing what you're all about I changed my mind and decided to take your soul. Sorry mate."
[Without knowing how to express his thoughts in the most diplomatic manner, Spooky resorts to the facepalm so as to express his disappointment.]
"You don't know me. Not only don't you know me, but it's obvious that everything I said went right over your stupid head and it makes me real mad because I spent WEEKS trying to keep this simple because I knew there'd be some dumb stupid moron who wouldn't get it unless I'd spell it out, draw a picture and treat him like a mothafreakin' BABY. What I am going to do, however, is shine. I'm going to be the greatest wrestler to have ever set foot in the IWF. I am going to show EACH AND EVERY PARTICIPANT IN THE ULTRATITLE... that there is a better way. That you can be something wonderful without being derivative. Pepsi drinking best in the world wannabe... Oh God, I'm only taking your soul because you can't be allowed to live; as soon as I pluck it I'm burning it with the trash and disinfecting my gloves, yuck yuck yuck."
[He get's ANGRIER.]
"And don't you start calling me a copy of my uncle either, because you know that ain't true! Dumb lazy bastard only works a match a year and gets VIP treatment- I wish I could be a copy! Spend like sixteen minutes doing an entrance, do a spot, lie on the ground five minutes, do another one, take a vacay before getting back on your feet... S***'s hard for us young kids!"
"On the other hand, props goes to the man for building his legacy. Now I gotta build my legacy if I want to spend half the year in the Bahamas. And I'm gonna build my legacy burying assholes like you. In the IWF. At the ULTRATITLE. EVERYWHERE IN THE WORLD. Grim Reapin' ain't easy, but if anybody is gonna do it I'm glad I got the job, MOTHAFOKKAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
[Now we leave, fading to black as Spooky Doom stands there shouting like an idiot.]
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-"
[Wait hold on, seems there's a problem with the camera, it won't shut down.]
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
[NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!]
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH-"
[Everything explodes.]
[Camera stares upon the lonely and somewhat befuddled form of Spooky Doom, the masked lil' Phenom luchador entered at number 10 for the big ULTRATITLE tournament and who should not be confused with Go-Go Spectacular.]
"Johnny... Jo-Jo... I'm glad you made the effort to drop on over two days late and tell us what you're all about- No scratch that, screw you. You're lazy, you're naive and you have no idea how this wrestling biz works. I know I said how I wasn't targeting you for that netherial dissolution thingy us Grim Reaper-type wrestlers do but after seeing what you're all about I changed my mind and decided to take your soul. Sorry mate."
[Without knowing how to express his thoughts in the most diplomatic manner, Spooky resorts to the facepalm so as to express his disappointment.]
"You don't know me. Not only don't you know me, but it's obvious that everything I said went right over your stupid head and it makes me real mad because I spent WEEKS trying to keep this simple because I knew there'd be some dumb stupid moron who wouldn't get it unless I'd spell it out, draw a picture and treat him like a mothafreakin' BABY. What I am going to do, however, is shine. I'm going to be the greatest wrestler to have ever set foot in the IWF. I am going to show EACH AND EVERY PARTICIPANT IN THE ULTRATITLE... that there is a better way. That you can be something wonderful without being derivative. Pepsi drinking best in the world wannabe... Oh God, I'm only taking your soul because you can't be allowed to live; as soon as I pluck it I'm burning it with the trash and disinfecting my gloves, yuck yuck yuck."
[He get's ANGRIER.]
"And don't you start calling me a copy of my uncle either, because you know that ain't true! Dumb lazy bastard only works a match a year and gets VIP treatment- I wish I could be a copy! Spend like sixteen minutes doing an entrance, do a spot, lie on the ground five minutes, do another one, take a vacay before getting back on your feet... S***'s hard for us young kids!"
"On the other hand, props goes to the man for building his legacy. Now I gotta build my legacy if I want to spend half the year in the Bahamas. And I'm gonna build my legacy burying assholes like you. In the IWF. At the ULTRATITLE. EVERYWHERE IN THE WORLD. Grim Reapin' ain't easy, but if anybody is gonna do it I'm glad I got the job, MOTHAFOKKAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
[Now we leave, fading to black as Spooky Doom stands there shouting like an idiot.]
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-"
[Wait hold on, seems there's a problem with the camera, it won't shut down.]
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
[NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!]
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH-"
[Everything explodes.]
Johnny Niles
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[Camera shows Johnny Niles with an angry look on his face.]
"First of all, let's get some things straight. I had some important buisness I had to get to, and that's why I was late with my reply, dig? Second of all, don't you dare call me lazy. I had to work my ass off to become who I am today, I need some short breaks once in a while. Is that too much to ask for?"
[Johnny then chuckles like he just heard a mildly funny joke.]
"As for the Pepsi thing: I'm straight-edge. I don't drink alcohol unlike some people who flush their lives down the drain. Also, you say you want to build your legacy just so you can enjoy a vacation in the Bahamas!? That's the problem with most people: they're only in this biz for fame, fortune and luxury. I'm here for two things: to prove I AM the Best In The World, and to entertain those fans out there who pay to watch us wrestle. They deserve to be entertained, cause then maybe some of them might decide to join this biz themselves. Do you want to provide a show for them? You should, cause it's their hard-earned money they fork over that goes into your pockets."
[Niles inhales deeply, takes a sip of his Pepsi, and continues.]
"I don't have a problem with you, Spooky Doom. But you're starting to get on my nerves. If you want to prove yourself, then be serious and honor your uncle (RIP), don't spout BS about taking souls or s*** like that. And if you want to build a legacy by beating "assholes" like me, then you'd better be ready for some pain. Can you handle a little pain, ya little punk!? Cause if you can't, then don't start crying when I beat your ass and prove I am, THE BEST IN THE WORLD!!"
[Niles laughs as the camera fades to black.]
"First of all, let's get some things straight. I had some important buisness I had to get to, and that's why I was late with my reply, dig? Second of all, don't you dare call me lazy. I had to work my ass off to become who I am today, I need some short breaks once in a while. Is that too much to ask for?"
[Johnny then chuckles like he just heard a mildly funny joke.]
"As for the Pepsi thing: I'm straight-edge. I don't drink alcohol unlike some people who flush their lives down the drain. Also, you say you want to build your legacy just so you can enjoy a vacation in the Bahamas!? That's the problem with most people: they're only in this biz for fame, fortune and luxury. I'm here for two things: to prove I AM the Best In The World, and to entertain those fans out there who pay to watch us wrestle. They deserve to be entertained, cause then maybe some of them might decide to join this biz themselves. Do you want to provide a show for them? You should, cause it's their hard-earned money they fork over that goes into your pockets."
[Niles inhales deeply, takes a sip of his Pepsi, and continues.]
"I don't have a problem with you, Spooky Doom. But you're starting to get on my nerves. If you want to prove yourself, then be serious and honor your uncle (RIP), don't spout BS about taking souls or s*** like that. And if you want to build a legacy by beating "assholes" like me, then you'd better be ready for some pain. Can you handle a little pain, ya little punk!? Cause if you can't, then don't start crying when I beat your ass and prove I am, THE BEST IN THE WORLD!!"
[Niles laughs as the camera fades to black.]