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Andrew Aldway · **07-29-2013, 07:10 AM**

The scene opens ups to Andrew, in a navy blue white pinstriped suit, standing inside a glass corridor. As the camera begins focusing blue neon lights can be seen traveling along the outside in twisted shapes, casting a greenish tinge throughout the corridor. The camera stays in one spot for a second, just taping Andrew, standing looking out the glass then a scratchy teenage voice starts talking from behind the camera.

"So, um.. I'm standing at the Helix Bridge, in um... Singapore and right over there is Andrew Aldway!"

The excitement in his voice is clear and he turns the camera to himself, giving a big buck toothed grin to the camera before going back to taping Andrew for a few moments until he suddenly begins walking towards the boy and his camera. As he gets closer to the boy the camera begins shaking in anxious anticipation of getting close to a famous person. As Andrew makes it about three steps away from the boy holding up his camera, the boy decides to speak up and calls out to Andrew.

"Hey, hey Andrew Aldway!"

Andrew stops in his tracks and looks over at the boy puzzled.

"Hello there chap, how may I help you?"

He walks over and shakes the boy's hand, eyeing the camera suspiciously.

"Well Andrew I was....."

Andrew raises his hand to stop the boy.

"First off do I know you? I don't think so, so I suggest when you address me you use mister Aldway, second, what's that in your hand?"

The phone begins shaking slightly.

"I..... It's a phone."

Andrew has a look of anger cross his face.

"I know it's a bloody phone you dim wit, what are you doing with it?"

He grasps the phone from the boy and turns it around, showing the boy standing stiff as a board, looking petrified.

"Oh, taking a bloody video of me are you?"

The boy just shakes his head, and blushes from embarrassment.

"Well then young man, I think you may be useful, if I rant a little can you post this on XWF.com for me?"

Once again the boy nods complacently.

"Good, just stand right there and look ugly."

The boy looks hurt by the comment, and Andrew turns around to point the phone out the glass corridor. Set underneath the glass a large field can be seen in the middle of the bay.

"What a beautiful site, The Float, later tonight it will turn into the site of my greatest triumph to date, greater than beating three nobody's in my debut, better than cracking Steve Steele's head open, greater than choking Brian Braxton, and a million times greater than showing The Incredible People how unincredible they are with my brothers in The Connection."

He turns the phone upon himself smiling maniacally.

"And as I stand looking upon my future place of triumph, I can't help but to think of all my victims, er, opponents tonight. Since this young man over here."

He points the phone to the boy, still standing dejected, with his head down.

"Well since he so graciously allowed me to use his phone to record this I figured I'd give my final statements for tonight."

He stops for a moment as if thinking.

"Mr. Radio, I'm so glad you find childish humor in you're personal demise, the barmy period hasn't started yet fool, it begins tonight, and it won't be me bleeding it will be the other imbeciles such as yourself. And yes you are quite the simpleton, I never once called you a radio, I said you were outdated, I compared your incessant whining to a radio but not once did I call you a physical radio, so if your simple mind doesn't comprehend that than I was clearly right in my assumption of you being a simpleton."

He licks his lips.

"But you were right about one thing, you didn't mention The Connection to be relevant, hell I don't know why I thought that, you clearly couldn't be relevant to anything, even if you were actually trying."

He chuckles as the phone vibrates slightly in his hand.

"Mister Rebel, you should have just kept your little war hero story and dog tags in your shirt for another time, because you're just making yourself to be a hypocrite and quite honestly I doubt that anyone in this tournament gives two shits, I know I sure as hell don't. So thanks for that sir."

He throws his right hand up in a mock salute.

"JTC, another sad personal story that no one cares about, I don't care that you went out with you boyfriends and left your lady at home, once again I don't believe anyone does, so what you can't find your girlfriend, boo hoo, cry me a bloody river, next time leave your sob story at home."

He rubs his eyes, pulls a handkerchief from his breast pocket and pretends to dry them.

"Ultimate Mystery, I guess I kind of overlooked your presence, but all I really have to say to you is you might want to spend a couple hundred more hours at the gym before you step in that ring with me."

He turns the phone around again, pointing it out to The Float, where hundreds of people have begun running around like ants, getting the field ready for later tonight.

"So I think that's about.... Hold on a second, I'm missing someone I wanted to thank, but who was it?"

He taps his chin with his finger before raising his finger into the air.

"Jesse Diaz, thank you for the compliment, I'm glad you respect me, unfortunately you were right with your assumption that I really don't give two fucks what you think. With that being said, I must say you can annoy me anytime you like, in fact I'm at the Fullerton Bay hotel, room two hundred one, if you want to come annoy me anytime between now and tomorrow at noon."

He winks into the phone and the scene cuts out like the phone ran out of battery.

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