Post by Money on Nov 30, 2005 18:39:30 GMT -5
Camera fades from black to a shot of what seems to be on the inside of a Rolls Royce. We see two women sitting on each side of the man who women love to be with "The Money Man" Will Dinero. He's wearing a cream colored linen suit, a white shirt, cream colored ostrich skin shoes, and a pair of tan colored Serengetti edition Rayban's. We're on the runway of his private air strip as Dinero returns from his tour of Japan. He suddenly pulls out a championship belt, then another, then another, and another. Dinero flashes that million dollar grin and says...
"Ladies, you see these belts?"
The women are obviously not too bright as they look at the leather belt around his waist.
"These belts ladies."
Lady #1: Oh! Hee, hee..yes Mr Dinero.
"Well ladies, most people on this great planet of mine would die for just one of these titles and I have four now."
The women are giggling all silly like.
"I'm not trying to impress you, because I don't have to try in order to be successful at that. I'm showing these to you because this is what I'm capable of. I've been gone for nearly two weeks, and I've won four Jr. Heavyweight titles in Japan. I am talent, pure and simple. I can beat any man on this planet at any time...except Shane Quickenbosh. He's the only man who seems to give me a problem. In Japan, I bested him. I didn't beat him in one of the tournaments we were in, someone else had that privilege, so it still doesn't feel like I'm a champion because I didn't beat Quickenbosh for these titles."
Lady #2: Uh huh..
"I lost in the Young Lions Cup in a freak win that will never happen again, but a loss is a loss, and I didn't get to face Quickenbosh again. What happened?"
Lady #1: You signed up again and beat Quackybash?
Lady #2: Yeah! That's what happened right?!
Looking dumbfounded at their stupidity while they stare at Dinero with big, interested eyes.
"No, no. I lost in a tournament. That means...<sighs> nevermind."
Lady #1: OK!
"I don't have time to explain it to you right now Jessica, but I can tell you this; I won't lose to Shane the next time we meet. I will pin him and continue on my path of dominance."
Lady #2: I'd like to be pinned by you right now!
The women starts to paw at Dinero's pants.
"Hold on Becky, hold on Jessica."
The women are now starting to really get excited as they try to rub their legs and arms on Dinero and try to unbuckle his belt.
"Umm....whoa...Seriously ladies...We can do this later, but this is something I really need to finish."
Lady #2: Awww...ok
Dinero now looks directly into the camera.
"Tomorrow I face a man that is the number one contender for the soon to be debuted Valor Jr. Heavyweight title. A man who calls himself 'The Extremist.' A man named Martin Paine. Tell me, Martin, what exactly is an 'Extremist?' How does that title fit into your lifestyle? What makes you so, extreme? I've seen you in the ring...You don't impress me. It's nothing I haven't seen in Mexico, Cuba, or Japan. Why do you feel the need to name yourself something that you don't seem to represent? Is it to boost your ego? Is it because you think it sounds <Makes quotations with fingers.> cool? For your sake, I hope not. For your sake, and my time, I hope that you bring more to the table than just a name. I saw the match where you won your spot. I saw that you actually have an IQ that surpasses a chimpanzee. Will it help? Not really. You're about to step into the ring with the smartest wrestler in Valor hands down. I already know you Paine. I already know what you're about, and what what you plan on doing in the ring. In fact, I'm so smart, I know you're going to lose tomorrow."
He looks at the four titles on his lap...
"These belts mean absolutely nothing to me. <Tosses the belts into the front seat.> Don't think for a second that I've lost my focus. Paine, you have what I want. Right now, you're the man everyone wants to beat in our division because you're the only one with a guaranteed shot at the title. Tomorrow, I'm going to show the Valor Booking Committee that you don't deserve to be first in line. I'm going to show that there are others more deserving, like Quickenbosh, or Havok, and myself. What did you do to earn that shot Paine? You outsmarted two men who were leaving anyway. They would've been forced to give the title shot up immediately after the PPV. How does that make you deserving? I'll tell you...It doesn't. That's alright though because at Thunder, it's you and me. The Extremist vs The Money Man. It's a matter of skill and ring aptitude...Who has more? Show me what you've got Mr. Paine. I'm eager to see if Valor needs you as their newest champion. You can love me or hate me Paine, but even you have to agree to this...Even the most Extreme person can' live without..."
Ladies: MONEY!!!
"Couldn't have said it better myself. See you tomorrow night Paine."
Camera fades to black as the door closes and the Rolls Royce pulls off.
