FADE IN...
Open on the studios of "The Jim Rome Show" in suburban Los Angeles. Rome, the popular and bombastic host, is engaged in an interview with MCW newcomer Bryan Storms. Storms sits across from Rome in a leather desk chair, swiveling back and forth slightly as he answer's Rome's questions.
JR: ...and Bryan will be a part of MCW's return broadcast, Center Stage, Tuesday night here in LA. Bryan, it's been great having you on the program, join us again sometimes.
BS: Thanks for having me Jim, I'd be glad to.
JR: Bryan Storms of Major Championship Wrestling. We're going to take a break, lots more to come in the jungle as we move along, your calls and e-mails when we return.
Storms shakes Rome's hand, then pulls his grey hooded sweatshirt from a peg on the wall, slips it around his shoulders and exits the studio, waving the camera to follow him into an adjacent hallway.
BS: Thanks for getting over here. It's been a bit crazy relocating out to LA this week, but I wanted to get this back to the offices as quickly as I can.
CAMERAMAN: No problem. Let's get started. In 5...4...3...2...
BS: Well, as tough as the past year's been for me, it's definitely good to be back. It's also good to see that, while I may have changed, much about this business remains the same. People come and people go, but there's always a crop of young, arrogant, "this is my time and you can't stop me" wanna-be stars coming out of the woodwork.
And don't I know it. I used to be one of them.
But that's changed. I'm better now, smarter now. But, some people have obviously not learned from the mistakes of men like me. As I learned when I saw him speak, that includes my opponent for MCW's grand return, Steve Marlay.
Steve, you come in like so many before you, talking a big game, making yourself out to be some unbeatable force and everyone else out to be nothing but fodder for juvenile insult humor. Allow me to let you in on a little secret, my friend from across the pond:
I'M NOT BUYING THE ACT.
I came into this business two years ago in just the way you are right now, Steve. I thought that because I had grown up, like you, with every advantage, because I was richer, smarter than the other guys coming through the ranks with me, that I had some unique advantage. We're cut from the same social cloth, you and I, born into privilege, given every opportunity and never, ever denied a thing.
Two years ago, I let my attitude take over my life. I thought I could do no wrong, and it caught up with me. Yes, Steven, as you so eloquently noted, I lost myself in my vices. Drugs, alcohol, any carnal pleasure you could think, I endulged myself with it. Guess what, Steve? It destroyed me; physically, emotionally and professionally. So I walked away to heal myself, not knowing if I'd ever come back.
While I was gone, I realized my own humanity. I came to grips with the fact that I could make mistakes, and that those mistakes had nearly cost me my life. I gained perspective, Steve, and it is that perspective that separates that paths you and I will take into Center Stage.
You still believe yourself superior to all others. I've been to the bottom of the barrel and back, and I know that a god complex is exactly what'll send the next man down that path. And Steve, your on it right now.
No matter what you claim, no man is god. You may be a fine young athlete, you may even know everything about how I wrestle, but it's your ego that will ultimately break you down. You come in talking about how easily you'll destroy me and send me spiraling back into the hell of addiction, then first time I knock you to the mat, that seed of doubt will blossom in the back of your mind. You'll think "maybe it's not so easy after all." You keep slipping, that thought continues to flower until you've distracted yourself so much with your own delusions of grandeur that you won't even realize your night is over.
It can happen so quick. One moment, and suddenly all your imperfections begin to crumble around the keystone that is your overwhelming and unfounded arrogance.
You compare your greatness to that of the ancient Romans, but you forget one of the oldest sayings there is: "Rome wasn't built in a day." You have to work to be great, Steve, work tirelessly for years and years. I'm still working for it, and I won't stop until I get there. You've earned nothing so far, and if you want to take that first, minute step, you're going to have to come through me to get it.
No, Rome wasn't built in a day, Steve, but when the Vandals sacked that great city, it nearly fell overnight. Don't believe it won't happen to you. I make no profound statements of my greatness, I only say that if you want any shot to walk out of Center Stage with anywhere near the self-confidence you have now, you'd better bring your very best. Otherwise, the grandeur and splendor of arrogant, decadent Rome could fall before it ever gets the chance to rise.
A Storm is brewing, Steve Marlay, and I don't think you've got what it takes to withstand it. I've conquered my demons, and I won't let you conquer me. See you in the ring, rookie.
...FADE TO BLACK