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~Outside of Cincinnati, Ohio at the Heartland Wrestling Association arena.~
The scene opens with the camera panning around a warehouse that has been turned into a training facility for the HWA. There is a ring in the center of the large room. The ring is worn, but has years of tradition bouncing off of it's ropes. Inside the ring, Jonny Rebel is running the ropes with some new trainees. The trainees backs are red and bruised from bouncing off the ropes. An older man outside the ring is yelling at the trainees.
Les Thatcher::Faster guys! This isn't a joke. The ropes hurt, I know this, but you have to get use to it. Work thru the pain....move it....
After a few more minutes of running the ropes, another older voice is heard from inside a nearby room.
Cody Hawk::Hey Jonny, you got to see this. That fool Luca, from XWF is talking trash.....well attempting to talk trash.
Jonny slides under the ropes to the floor and walks into the video room with Les Thatcher. Inside the room is a tall bald guy sitting in front of a TV screen. He presses play on the video player. Luca runs his mouth for what seems like an hour. Jonny steps back and claps his hands.
Jonny Rebel::Wow......that's all I can really say. Luca is something else isn't he? I mean, it sounds like he stepped out of episode of "Dead Wood". F*** this and F*** that.......can someone shut this fool up? It's all starting to make sense why everyone hates the man so much. It isn't his wrestling ability because he has none, it's the scratchy, nails on a chalk board voice that he runs around making everybody listen to. The only thing I took from your little promo is that you want to be F***ed by something. Maybe a horse? Maybe John Madison?
Jonny sits down and stops the video. He laughs and waves for the camera to come around to face him. Jonny face gets serious.
Jonny Rebel:: Luca, I don't really care who you are or what you think you are. I know what I see and that is this: John Madison's ass wiper. You claim to be his right hand man, but all you seem to be good for is wiping Madison's ass. I'm guessing you lick that ass hole with your tongue, No? But it is OK Luca, we all get it. There are champions.....John Madison.....and their are the people that follow the champion, feeding off the champs spotlight because they can't create their own. You ever see a humpback whale, Luca? And I don't mean the chick you were sleeping with last night. Well, if John Madison is the whale, there are these little fish that suck and clean the shit off the whale. They are called remora- sucker fish. That is all you are Luca.
I don't what this to turn into a high school bitch-fest, so I'm going to spell this out for you, Luca. I know Paul Heyman wants to make this a random tournament, but I'm begging and pleading to have a shot at you in the first round. I promise you that you won't make it to the next round. It won't mean much for me by having you be my first win, but hey, I got to start somewhere and what better way then doing what every other person wants to do and that's shutting you up. I'll send you back to wherever you came from. Go flip a pizza or try out for the next Mario Brother's movie.
As for The Connection and John Austin for the most part, I'm not a green-horn and I assure you I'm not trying to jump on what little of a band wagon The Connection has. The only reason I gave any props to The Connection is because of Ricky Desmond. He is smart to have people following him around, doing his dirty work. I would do it as well if I could find little birds to follow me around. Luca......your good at being a right or left hand....nah! I've got standards.
Look ladies, I'm here to win and take gold. I'm going to start with the European title. So, I'll take out Luca, John Austin, Crimson Dong, Paul Heyman, Obama, Luca's mama and anyone else that wants to step up and get beat down.
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