(The scene opens up in the Honor locker room. A man is seen pacing back and forth in the room. As the camera gets closer we see it’s none other than Vindictive. Half the crowd cheers at the site of the superstar. Vin doesn’t catch on that the camera is only a few meters away. Finally, he turns suddenly and faces the camera).
Vin: Can I help you?
(A man steps forward with a mic in hand. It’s the man himself, commentator Dean Thomas)
Dean: Vin, sorry to interrupt you while you are preparing.
Vin: Whoa Whoa Whoa, hold up a second. Have you ever heard of knocking before entering?
Dean: Umm, sorry Vin….I was just…..
Vin: Sorry, just sorry? If you were sorry you wouldn’t have just barged in here unwelcome, instead you would have knocked and waited for me to answer the door like any other normal person on this planet would do. What the hell would you have done if I wasn’t wearing any pants?
Dean: Umm?
Vin: You would have shown the millions of fans an up close and personal shot of Vindictive that’s what. Now do you think that would have gone down well Dean?
(A load cheer is heard from the female population of the crowd. Vin hears this and a devilish grin spreads across his face)
Dean: We are terribly sorry Vin, please accept our sincerest apology.
Vin: We? Our? Are you saying these goons with you are to blame to? Have a look at them Dean, they don’t have a spare hand free so how the hell were they going to knock on the door, let alone open it?
Dean: Alright, it was my fault. I admit it, now for Petes sake can I get a few words out of you before tonight’s match up?
Vin: I suppose since you here and have already disturbed my preparations.
Dean: Vin, firstly I’m sure all of the people out their would like to know what happened to you last week? I mean, there seemed to be a different aura surrounding you in the ring last week. I can’t put my finger on it but the fans certainly got behind it.
Vin: Hold on a second Dean, do you see a bruise on me at all?
Dean: No.
Vin: Do you see me walking with any slight limp or sign of injury?
Dean: No
Vin: That’s because right now no-one can touch me. I am back to destroying my opponents in the ring but doing it in a manner that people appreciate viewing. There comes a time in ones life when you have to question if what your doing still burns that fire deep within yourself. With me I found I needed something more, I needed an extra gear if I was going to reach the status of World Champion again. So I listened to what the people were saying and I adapted my style to suit. I am still the same Vindictive that’s every wrestler’s nightmare but now I have opened up a new channel that will only help to enhance my climb to the highest honor here. If the fans want to jump aboard then I have no problem with that. I will take them on the ride they will never forget.
Dean: Well it should be a good match up for you this week. Havok looms as a big threat and he looks very promising.
Vin: Havok you say? What sort of a name is that? That silly little bitch doesn’t know what he has gotten himself into. He isn’t just playing with matches anymore, he is playing with a whole fucking raging fire. Oh and if that little partner of his tries to interfere then ill be putting more than another nail in his coffin. Ill be nailing the whole thing shut this time and burying it with a big pile of shit.
Dean: Well, you do seem pumped up Vin. Anything else you would like to add before your match tonight?
Vin: Havok, you may like to eat pie, you may think you’re hardcore, but you have no idea what it is like to take on a hardcore pie eating.......not the pie your used to eating....... legend. I will tonight give you a lesson in wrestling. When it’s all said and done, you will understand when to keep your pie hole shut.
DeaN: Very well said…
(The crowd cheers as Vin shoves the camera out of his face and storms out of his room. He has really been over with the crowd as of late with his brutal style in the ring and his mysterious unpredictable personality. He walks down the corridor past a few lockerrooms. He comes to a stop when he appears to have found the one he was after. He looks to his left, then to his right and with his back to the camera he proceeds to unzip his jeans and loosen his belt. In no less than thirty seconds a massive puddle is left on the ground.
Vin: Here is your answer Sean Jennings!
(Vin is seen jiggling around a bit when a voice is heard down the hallway)
Voice: What in god's name are you doing man?
(Vin turns to see one of the backstage crew standing twenty meters away. Vin just shrugs his shoulders, zips up his pants, tightens his belt and walks off in the opposite direction. The man is confused and walks down to check what Vin was up to. As he arrives at the door he covers his nostrils as the smell of urine hits. A massive puddle is quickly spreading around the door and urine stains the majority of the door. The man starts to spew but holds back when he reads the sign on the door. It reads..........“PLAYERS INC"! The man manages to chuckle for a second before spew comes gushing from his mouth right into the puddle of piss and all over the door as the scene faces to black).
