OOC: Scene opens up to Joey Hawkins sitting in a fold-up chair in the locker room

You know, it's hard living the life of a wrestler. I mean, sure, you've got the luxuries, the fans, the fat stack of cash, but wrestling means something more. It's about putting in the hours of training, working your ass off in the ring, and surviving severe injuries. The momentum builds up and down. One minute you're above everybody else, the next minute you're eaten alive by your competitors. It's both a physical and mental sport. The pain is tough, while the mentality is worse.

Now that I've talked about all that shit, it's time to get to more important matters. Bobby Zi, the young blood from South Africa. You wanted a challenge and you've got one. You say you want Americans, well all American is what you're going to get. You could've fought Cain, a blood-thirsty demonic mastermind. Hell, you could've fought Soupcan O'Malley. But no, you chose me, Joey Hawkins. What a fight you will receive from me. I can and will break you, inside and out. I broke Jerry Daniels, and he will never forget me. I gave him an ass-whooping these past two weeks, and does he still want to fight me? No, I've scared him off, but i'm not done with him. Hey, since i'm a generous man, i'll let you go after I beat the living shit out of you. But, if you want to fight after this, you're going to have to prepare for a full-degree beat down, just as I did to Jerry Daniels. If you don't believe anything that I'm saying right now, I suggest you retreat. Because all of the shit is 100% true.