Fade in: An empty, non-descript dive bar. While the place is clean, it’s definitely seen better days. A scarred wooden table and matching chairs are front and center in focus. From off-camera, the sound of boots on the wooden floor echo in the empty establishment, getting closer and closer until finally a man enters and sits down. A well-used cowboy hat contains long brown hair, sunglasses hide the man’s eyes, and a forest of perpetual scruff adorns the man’s face. He looks off-camera and waves with one hand. A moment or two passes, and a rocks glass and a bottle of Maker’s Mark are placed on the table. Slim, shapely hands pour the whiskey into the glass and then disappear. The man lifts the glass, takes a sip, and smiles in satisfaction.
“Y’know, t’aint nothin’ in the world like a belt o’ whiskey ta wake ya up in the morning, ‘specially if’n ya been travelin’ from one side o’ the country to the other.”
He takes another drink and places the glass on the table in front of him.
“Neighbors, my name’s Billy Lovemuscle an’ Ah’ve bin asked ta say a few words o’ introduction on account of bein’ a part of New Frontier Wrasslin’. Now Ah know there’s a whole lotta wrasslin’ federation out there, an’ a whole lotta you folks ain’t never heard of old Billy Lovemuscle. Well, that’s all right. Ah could sit here an’ tell you ‘bout all the federation’s Ah bin in, an’ tell you ‘bout all the fellers Ah whooped, but let’s face it – Ah could be lyin’ through mah teeth an’ you folks wouldn’t know ‘cause ya don’t know me. So this here’s the first thing you git ta learn ‘bout Billy Lovemuscle: Ah ain’t no liar. Now Ah did beat mah fair share o’ talented wrassler an’ fighters, but that don’t mean nothin’ ta you and the NFW. So I reckon Ah’ll jist show up when Ah’m told, fight as good as Ah can, an’ let you good folks make up yer own minds whether ya like me or not. Ah’m a’hoping you do, ‘cause Ah aim ta stay with this federation for a right long spell, so ya might as well git used ta seeing me.”
Lovemuscle pauses, and another sip of whiskey goes down.
“All that bein’ said, Ah’d like ta address them other fellers in the NFW. Neighbors, seein’ as we’ve never met, Ah ain’t got nothin’ ‘gainst any o’ you personally, an’ Ah hope that goes both ways. Ah ain’t aimin’ ta step on any toes or steal no thunder – Ah’m jist akin’ fer a chance ta show ya all what Ah kin do, an’ maybe earn a bit o’ respect from you. Ah’m jist hopin’ ta do mah best an’ put on a damn fine show fer the people, an’ Ah hope you are, too.”
Bottle and glass in hand, the newest member of New Frontier Wrestling stands.
“Ah reckon that’s ‘bout all fer now, neighbors.”
Fade to black.
“Y’know, t’aint nothin’ in the world like a belt o’ whiskey ta wake ya up in the morning, ‘specially if’n ya been travelin’ from one side o’ the country to the other.”
He takes another drink and places the glass on the table in front of him.
“Neighbors, my name’s Billy Lovemuscle an’ Ah’ve bin asked ta say a few words o’ introduction on account of bein’ a part of New Frontier Wrasslin’. Now Ah know there’s a whole lotta wrasslin’ federation out there, an’ a whole lotta you folks ain’t never heard of old Billy Lovemuscle. Well, that’s all right. Ah could sit here an’ tell you ‘bout all the federation’s Ah bin in, an’ tell you ‘bout all the fellers Ah whooped, but let’s face it – Ah could be lyin’ through mah teeth an’ you folks wouldn’t know ‘cause ya don’t know me. So this here’s the first thing you git ta learn ‘bout Billy Lovemuscle: Ah ain’t no liar. Now Ah did beat mah fair share o’ talented wrassler an’ fighters, but that don’t mean nothin’ ta you and the NFW. So I reckon Ah’ll jist show up when Ah’m told, fight as good as Ah can, an’ let you good folks make up yer own minds whether ya like me or not. Ah’m a’hoping you do, ‘cause Ah aim ta stay with this federation for a right long spell, so ya might as well git used ta seeing me.”
Lovemuscle pauses, and another sip of whiskey goes down.
“All that bein’ said, Ah’d like ta address them other fellers in the NFW. Neighbors, seein’ as we’ve never met, Ah ain’t got nothin’ ‘gainst any o’ you personally, an’ Ah hope that goes both ways. Ah ain’t aimin’ ta step on any toes or steal no thunder – Ah’m jist akin’ fer a chance ta show ya all what Ah kin do, an’ maybe earn a bit o’ respect from you. Ah’m jist hopin’ ta do mah best an’ put on a damn fine show fer the people, an’ Ah hope you are, too.”
Bottle and glass in hand, the newest member of New Frontier Wrestling stands.
“Ah reckon that’s ‘bout all fer now, neighbors.”
Fade to black.
