Post by Money on Sept 23, 2005 7:45:47 GMT -5
The screen opens up in a...ahem...exotic massage parlor somewhere in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Will Dinero is sitting in a chair wearing a white cotton robe and white cotton slippers. He is reading the upcoming Sunday Night Slam card on a fax he just received from one of the...ahem...employees. Will finishes reading the sheet and looks up at the camera. Sill calm, cool, and collective as always, Dinero flashes that million dollar smile and says.
"Hello everyone. I do apologize for my appearance at the moment, but you see I needed to get away before my big match on Sunday with Quickenbosh. I needed to clear my head, meditate, get back in the gym, and start tanning again to make sure I look good for my first Valor pay per view appearance. The only thing is, I can't get any rest. I can't rest because Shane Quickenbosh won't be quiet. It reminds me of the first time me and Shane squared off; I beat him then too. I guess I should feel somewhat honored that I'm being taken so seriously by an regular opponent, but I don't. I feel nothing. Maybe it's the wrestling purist in me, or maybe it's my competetive spirt. Who cares? The fact is, Quickenbosh can't beat me. Admit it Shane. Right now, I'm steps ahead of you in life, in financial backing, and definitely in the ring."
One of the "employees" offers Dinero a cigar, but he declines and says...
"Déme que cinco más minutos satisfacen"
The "employee" smiles and walks way. Dinero looks back at the camera and says...
"Sorry about that. Shane, Sunday night after Valor before Glory you're going to walk back to that lonely dressing room of yours and you'll do what you do night in and night out in the ring; beat yourself. I'll take the win even if there is a technicality, or a DQ, or a count out. Any means necessary because a win is a win Shane. You of all people should know that. You have another match with the top Jr. Heavyweight in professional wrestling today. This Sunday you have to the only man who can beat you since you made your triumphant return to the ring...Will Dinero. The man who you went toe to toe with in a match that will forever live in the archives of the wXw as one of the best pay per view matches of all time. The major difference this time is that there will be nothing that you can do to work your way to a victory. That was a fluke, and won't happen again."
Dinero stands up and begins to make his way over to the back room for his...ahem...massage...
"Shane, i know you're angry about your losing record against me, but don't let your anger get in the way of a good match. I hope you can look past the rage and frustration. I hope you can let the professionalism that made you a desired talent in the various federation offices shine through. I'm the better wrestler, and I will come out on top. With your pure athletic ability and my ring savvyness, no one can beat our match; you've got nothing to show, but you've got everything to prove. Let's give the fans a show that they'll never forget and give eachother the match of our lives. The fans are ready, I'm ready, and I know "Lightning Quick" is always ready. I just hate to have to teach you again that I'm better than you. Always have been, always will be. Oh, and Shane...You say I should learn from history? Why? According to recent history, I won. I think you're the one who needs to learn from your own history book. Either way, you're still doomed to failure."
Dinero waves over the "therapist" and says...
"Bien, soy listo."
The "therapist" takes Dinero by the hand, smiles at him and leads him to the back. Fade to black.
"Hello everyone. I do apologize for my appearance at the moment, but you see I needed to get away before my big match on Sunday with Quickenbosh. I needed to clear my head, meditate, get back in the gym, and start tanning again to make sure I look good for my first Valor pay per view appearance. The only thing is, I can't get any rest. I can't rest because Shane Quickenbosh won't be quiet. It reminds me of the first time me and Shane squared off; I beat him then too. I guess I should feel somewhat honored that I'm being taken so seriously by an regular opponent, but I don't. I feel nothing. Maybe it's the wrestling purist in me, or maybe it's my competetive spirt. Who cares? The fact is, Quickenbosh can't beat me. Admit it Shane. Right now, I'm steps ahead of you in life, in financial backing, and definitely in the ring."
One of the "employees" offers Dinero a cigar, but he declines and says...
"Déme que cinco más minutos satisfacen"
The "employee" smiles and walks way. Dinero looks back at the camera and says...
"Sorry about that. Shane, Sunday night after Valor before Glory you're going to walk back to that lonely dressing room of yours and you'll do what you do night in and night out in the ring; beat yourself. I'll take the win even if there is a technicality, or a DQ, or a count out. Any means necessary because a win is a win Shane. You of all people should know that. You have another match with the top Jr. Heavyweight in professional wrestling today. This Sunday you have to the only man who can beat you since you made your triumphant return to the ring...Will Dinero. The man who you went toe to toe with in a match that will forever live in the archives of the wXw as one of the best pay per view matches of all time. The major difference this time is that there will be nothing that you can do to work your way to a victory. That was a fluke, and won't happen again."
Dinero stands up and begins to make his way over to the back room for his...ahem...massage...
"Shane, i know you're angry about your losing record against me, but don't let your anger get in the way of a good match. I hope you can look past the rage and frustration. I hope you can let the professionalism that made you a desired talent in the various federation offices shine through. I'm the better wrestler, and I will come out on top. With your pure athletic ability and my ring savvyness, no one can beat our match; you've got nothing to show, but you've got everything to prove. Let's give the fans a show that they'll never forget and give eachother the match of our lives. The fans are ready, I'm ready, and I know "Lightning Quick" is always ready. I just hate to have to teach you again that I'm better than you. Always have been, always will be. Oh, and Shane...You say I should learn from history? Why? According to recent history, I won. I think you're the one who needs to learn from your own history book. Either way, you're still doomed to failure."
Dinero waves over the "therapist" and says...
"Bien, soy listo."
The "therapist" takes Dinero by the hand, smiles at him and leads him to the back. Fade to black.
I like it. Now it's getting heated, can't wait for the match. 
