A pigeon flutters through the rafters as John and his brother train in the squared circle below. The two lock up, John trying to overpower his younger brother.
Bruce: That was a stupid move. You musn’t give into your anger.
JMac: Wow you’re such a nerd, but you quoted it wrong.
Bruce: I’m the nerd but whose correcting who? Besides don’t dodge the original statement. What was with you out there?
JMac: I was upset. I am upset. This is one biggest loser contest nobody wants to win. I have zero wins. I’m starting to be looked at as a doink the clown.
Bruce whips John into the turnbuckle, the distractive conversation helping. Bruce stops, staring at John.
Bruce: Is that what this business is to you? How many titles you hold, what your win loss ratio is, the amount of the next paycheck?
JMac: Well…well…Yeah kinda. I mean how do you judge your career?
Bruce: The fans!
JMac: The fans are great but they aren’t something I’ve had to get used to I’ve been effective in my career with having the fans hate me.
Bruce walks over to a water bottle grabbing a drink, quickly wiping the sweat from his face and relaxing against his own turnbuckle.
Bruce: That’s fine if you’re a heel and the fans are hating on you, you’ve got a reaction. If you’re like me and they cheer you on.
JMac: Well yeah I’m all about getting the fans pumped up. Who isn’t?
John gets out of the corner, squaring himself up in the center of the ring. Bruce charges him delivering a clothesline just after saying.
Bruce: But you gotta win. The crowd isn’t everything.
John lands flat on his back before sitting straight up.
JMac: What the hell dude? We just had like a fifteen minute philosophical conversation about not winning then you tell me I need a win.
Bruce quickly helps John to his feet.
Bruce: First off it gave me the edge to knock you on your butt. Secondly you were going on and on about your record and the belt. The fans first then your record and belts, right now you’re reaction is all over the place the fans don’t know if they should cheer you or if they should boo you. You’ve got to make a decision.
JMac: My entire career I’ve been this heartless bastard in and out of the…
Bruce: I know where you’re going with this, I can’t answer for you. But I think you’ve made the decision already I just don’t think you know quite how to follow through. But I think that trying…
The door to the gym slowly creaks open causing a groan to echo through the build. The wind stirring up the dust with the sun beating on it causing a fog over the floor. Lisa walks in with her camera crew she begins giving orders to her camera crew to setup. Bruce scurries to the back trying to keep his face off camera, due to legal issues.
Lisa: John McHenry, in the ring the other night you did something that has the audience perplexed. You attacked Chris Flair… Then you gave him the pin.
John turns to Lisa as if the camera’s aren’t there.
JMac: It’s all about the impact.
John once again ignores the fact that the camera is on him.
JMac: It’s just one of those things you do in the heat of the moment.
Lisa looks directly at the camera after Johns response before turning slightly towards him to ask the follow up question.
Lisa: Surely, John in the heat of the moment the thought in your head didn’t stop at that, surely you’ve got some calculated scheme. Some plan.
JMac: I’ll tell you.
Lisa leans the microphone in towards John.
JMac: No, I’ll tell you.
John grabs the microphone tossing it off into the distance. Leaning in towards Lisa he turns his head so the camera man can’t see what he’s saying.
Lisa: You can’t be serious. Neil turn off the camera!
The camera man turns his camera off and heads out of the building.
Lisa: John you’ve got to come up with something else. You can’t do that…
Bruce screaming from somewhere in the back.
Bruce: Thats what I told him.