Horseshoes and Hand Grenades
* Donovan Astros RP for C06.
Fade in to the Boston Harborwalk, where Donovan Astros is leaning against a wide stanchion along the water. He's on his cell phone talking to someone and doesn't notice the camera at first...
ASTROS: I know I didn't get the job done in BattleBRAWL. I don't need you telling me that.
Astros shakes his head in disgust.
ASTROS: If this was going to be easy, I wouldn't have said yes. I have my own motives for being here too, you know. Listen, I win three matches in a row, I get a shot at the belt. Plain and simple.
A pause while the person on the other end of the line speaks.
ASTROS: Har har. Yes, just like winning BattleBRAWL was plain and simple. Mr. Entertainment suckered me in. I won't make that sort of mistake again.
Astros turns and spots the camera.
ASTROS: Time for talking is over, New ERA's here to hear from their new superstar. Catch you later.
Astros clicks off his phone and smiles.
ASTROS: Well, hello there, New ERA. Seems like our first introduction to each other almost went perfect. Almost, until Mr. Entertainment dumped me on my head after I rushed in like a fool. A mistake that won't happen again. But the great thing about wrestling is there's always time for a second chane to make that all-important first impression. And I'll be making that impression on you, Gentleman Jonathan Marx. You had your head in the wrong place on the buildup to BattleBRAWL, and all it took was a trusty clothesline from yours truly to take you out of the battle royal. What's gonna make this match any different? What's gonna make you do anything different against me when it's one on one at Cyberstrike 6?
Astros laughs.
ASTROS: You claim to be a technical master, but have you ever set foot in the ring with the greatest wrestler on God's green Earth? You claim to be the classiest wrestler in New ERA, hell, the entire world, and yet, the fastest rising star, the real head of the class is the man you're looking at right now! Marx, you've never been in the ring with a guy like Donovan Astros. A unique combination of experience, technical ability, power, veteran craftiness, and someone who still has a lot to prove in this sport. I should've won BattleBRAWL. I EXPECTED to win BattleBRAWL. And I was a few feet away from doing just that... but you already know that, cause you got to see it from a little monitor in the back while I was still out there trying to make history!
The trademark Astros smirk crosses his face.
ASTROS: That's the big difference between you and me, Marx. I'm making history and you are history. A former New ERA World Champ, once upon a time the top dog here. Now? Your head's in the ocean, your eyes are all clouded over with distractions and doubt, and hungrier fish are hopping into the pond. I've got a job to do here, Marx, and that's become the New ERA Champion. My next step to that goal starts by stepping through you. Try and stop me.
Astros walks off, obviously in no mood to talk further, as we fade to black.
