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MNM#2 - Single's Match - Dominick Aviles vs. JD Michaels
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Victory Celebration, and JD Michaels...
(The scene opens up in the VIP room of a night club, with music blaring over the speakers and beautiful girls everywhere. The camera pans through the crowd of beautiful women dancing, and centers in on a large, red leather couch where Dominick Aviles is sitting. He is wearing a black Lacoste polo shirt, light blue jeans with rips at the knees, and black shoes. Black Aviator sunglasses cover his eyes, and a fedora hat sits on his head. With one hand plugging his left ear, he presses his cell phone against his right ear and tries to talk through the extremely loud club.)
Dominick: I know, Alyssa. I feel amazing. We did it!
(He pauses, grinning ear to ear, listening to what she says.)
Dominick: Alright. I'll talk to you later then. You sure you don't wanna come down here to celebrate? ..... Alright then, bye.
(He smiles and clicks the 'end' button on his cell phone. Putting it into his pocket, he grabs a bottle Hpnotiq on the table in front of him, pours it into a glass and raises it. The light blue beverage almost glows in the dark club, and he begins yelling over the music.)
Dominick: (gaining the attention of his guests) I AM OFFICIALLY BACK, BABY! AND I'M GONNA FINALLY TAKE WHAT I DESERVE!
(The crowd cheers throughout the nightclub. The roars almost completely drown out the music, as they all lift their glasses up for a toast, and take a sip. Dominick downs his drink, shakes his head, and lets out a loud 'woo!'. He then flashes a smile towards the camera and waves it over.)
Dominick: First off, I have to take a minute to show some respect to a very talented young man by the name of Tony Valentino. I said some things before the match Monday Night, telling him that this isn't his business, and all that kinda stuff. But I underestimated this guy, and I just wanna let him know that he's earned my respect. Tony, bro, hit me up soon, let's do lunch or something. I know you have Jessica Alba's phone number, man...hook your boy up!
But down to business... It finally seems like I'm getting the opportunity that I deserved over two years ago. Next Monday I'm in a tournament qualifying match against some dude named JD Michaels. Assuming I win that match, no biggie, that puts me one step closer to becoming the IWF Champion. That's right, Devastating Dominick Aviles, finally, and rightfully, a champion. And you know what, I honestly don't care whose in my way... This is what I dreamed of when I was a kid, when I was just a little itty bitty piece of awesomeness.
But I'm here now, and JD Michaels stands in my way. And quite frankly, I'm not gonna sit here and act like this is gonna be a real tough battle for me. It's not a mountain I need to climb. All I need to do is slam this dude on his face, and cover him up for the 1-2-3. For real, it's no big deal. I mean, if I needed to multiply or something, then it'd be a challenge. Or if I needed to explain this guy's past, and what he's accomplished as a wrestler, then boy, it'd be real tough. I mean come on, you might as well put me up against Mr.Irrelevant. Does anyone even know who 'JD Michaels' is?
(A group of gorgeous ladies walk by, and Dominick lowers his glasses, taking a minute to appreciate the beauty of these women. They all smile at him, but that quickly changes as the camera pans back to Dominick. He is drooling uncontrollably, and doesn't seem to notice it. The girls walk away, disgusted, and finally Dominick snaps out of it. He wipes his mouth with his hand and drys it off on his pants.)
Dominick: (to the camera man) Shut up, bro.
You know, I hear JD Michaels is from Austin, Texas. He's a good ol' boy. Yee-haw. I've come to realize, that Texas is probably...well, one of the most boring places to be. I mean, don't get me wrong, the fans were great a few nights ago. But, I've been to Austin before. Couldn't get out of that nightmare fast enough, you know? You ever hear of that slogan, "Keep Austin Weird"? Yeah, I didn't know about it until I was down there last week, checkin' out Texas before Mayhem...
You guys ever hear of some dude named Leslie Cochran? He's some redneck, cross-dresser hobo, who lives in Austin, aaaannnddd happened to run for mayor of that city...twice. Soooo... Apparantly, some kid from Austin, who probably looks up to Leslie Cochran, is my opponent next week. Great. You know, I appreciate the warm-up matches, guys...but seriously. I need to fight some real competition. I love the fact that I'm getting a chance to fight for the title, but is this guy seriously a competitor? Or is he gonna take a page from Leslie Cochran's book, and borrow his girl Natalie's bra and panties and play dress up? Hey, keep Austin weird, right?
(Dominick shakes his head in disgust and walks back to the leather couch. Unoccupied, he lays down on the couch.)
Dominick: Alyssa's couch is so much more comfortable. But you know what I'm really interested in, more than the he/she that I'm fighting? His chick.. Natalie Marie. You know, I'm not sure whether she's his girl, his sister, or if she just has a real nice collection of Barbie dolls that he likes to play with. Doesn't matter to me, bro, but she is pretty sweet on the eyes. I might even send her a message on MySpace. I saw a video on YouTube where she beat up a bunch of dudes in a diner or something. Natalie, I just wanna personally tell you, that you can wrestle around with me any day, babe. Wink wink.
Oh, and by the way, JD-- I managed to catch the end of your match last week. Nice win, bro. Too bad you need Miss Natalie Marie to win your matches for you... I know what you're gonna say, yeah you made Mike Williams tap out...big deal, the guy's a nobody anyway, but you had your chick pull the ropes away from him? Come on, dude. You can't even win a match on your own? I beat nine other guys last week, in one ring. You had trouble with a dude and a chick. Get real, man... Next week you're gonna get a reality check. You can't hang with the top dog around here, I suggest you take your girl and get as far away from Louisiana as you can get... because you might not just lose the match, bro.. You might lose your girl too, if you know what I'm saying. Peeeeeace!
(Dominick Aviles throws up the peace sign, and continues to relax on the couch. He then feels his phone vibrating in his pocket, pulls it out and answers.)
Dominick: David Vegas? Where the eff have you been, broski? ..... Las Vegas, hmm... figures.
(The camera begins to fade out as Dominick Aviles chats on his cell phone with his brother, and former-IWF wrestler, David Vegas.)
(The scene opens up in the VIP room of a night club, with music blaring over the speakers and beautiful girls everywhere. The camera pans through the crowd of beautiful women dancing, and centers in on a large, red leather couch where Dominick Aviles is sitting. He is wearing a black Lacoste polo shirt, light blue jeans with rips at the knees, and black shoes. Black Aviator sunglasses cover his eyes, and a fedora hat sits on his head. With one hand plugging his left ear, he presses his cell phone against his right ear and tries to talk through the extremely loud club.)
Dominick: I know, Alyssa. I feel amazing. We did it!
(He pauses, grinning ear to ear, listening to what she says.)
Dominick: Alright. I'll talk to you later then. You sure you don't wanna come down here to celebrate? ..... Alright then, bye.
(He smiles and clicks the 'end' button on his cell phone. Putting it into his pocket, he grabs a bottle Hpnotiq on the table in front of him, pours it into a glass and raises it. The light blue beverage almost glows in the dark club, and he begins yelling over the music.)
Dominick: (gaining the attention of his guests) I AM OFFICIALLY BACK, BABY! AND I'M GONNA FINALLY TAKE WHAT I DESERVE!
(The crowd cheers throughout the nightclub. The roars almost completely drown out the music, as they all lift their glasses up for a toast, and take a sip. Dominick downs his drink, shakes his head, and lets out a loud 'woo!'. He then flashes a smile towards the camera and waves it over.)
Dominick: First off, I have to take a minute to show some respect to a very talented young man by the name of Tony Valentino. I said some things before the match Monday Night, telling him that this isn't his business, and all that kinda stuff. But I underestimated this guy, and I just wanna let him know that he's earned my respect. Tony, bro, hit me up soon, let's do lunch or something. I know you have Jessica Alba's phone number, man...hook your boy up!
But down to business... It finally seems like I'm getting the opportunity that I deserved over two years ago. Next Monday I'm in a tournament qualifying match against some dude named JD Michaels. Assuming I win that match, no biggie, that puts me one step closer to becoming the IWF Champion. That's right, Devastating Dominick Aviles, finally, and rightfully, a champion. And you know what, I honestly don't care whose in my way... This is what I dreamed of when I was a kid, when I was just a little itty bitty piece of awesomeness.
But I'm here now, and JD Michaels stands in my way. And quite frankly, I'm not gonna sit here and act like this is gonna be a real tough battle for me. It's not a mountain I need to climb. All I need to do is slam this dude on his face, and cover him up for the 1-2-3. For real, it's no big deal. I mean, if I needed to multiply or something, then it'd be a challenge. Or if I needed to explain this guy's past, and what he's accomplished as a wrestler, then boy, it'd be real tough. I mean come on, you might as well put me up against Mr.Irrelevant. Does anyone even know who 'JD Michaels' is?
(A group of gorgeous ladies walk by, and Dominick lowers his glasses, taking a minute to appreciate the beauty of these women. They all smile at him, but that quickly changes as the camera pans back to Dominick. He is drooling uncontrollably, and doesn't seem to notice it. The girls walk away, disgusted, and finally Dominick snaps out of it. He wipes his mouth with his hand and drys it off on his pants.)
Dominick: (to the camera man) Shut up, bro.
You know, I hear JD Michaels is from Austin, Texas. He's a good ol' boy. Yee-haw. I've come to realize, that Texas is probably...well, one of the most boring places to be. I mean, don't get me wrong, the fans were great a few nights ago. But, I've been to Austin before. Couldn't get out of that nightmare fast enough, you know? You ever hear of that slogan, "Keep Austin Weird"? Yeah, I didn't know about it until I was down there last week, checkin' out Texas before Mayhem...
You guys ever hear of some dude named Leslie Cochran? He's some redneck, cross-dresser hobo, who lives in Austin, aaaannnddd happened to run for mayor of that city...twice. Soooo... Apparantly, some kid from Austin, who probably looks up to Leslie Cochran, is my opponent next week. Great. You know, I appreciate the warm-up matches, guys...but seriously. I need to fight some real competition. I love the fact that I'm getting a chance to fight for the title, but is this guy seriously a competitor? Or is he gonna take a page from Leslie Cochran's book, and borrow his girl Natalie's bra and panties and play dress up? Hey, keep Austin weird, right?
(Dominick shakes his head in disgust and walks back to the leather couch. Unoccupied, he lays down on the couch.)
Dominick: Alyssa's couch is so much more comfortable. But you know what I'm really interested in, more than the he/she that I'm fighting? His chick.. Natalie Marie. You know, I'm not sure whether she's his girl, his sister, or if she just has a real nice collection of Barbie dolls that he likes to play with. Doesn't matter to me, bro, but she is pretty sweet on the eyes. I might even send her a message on MySpace. I saw a video on YouTube where she beat up a bunch of dudes in a diner or something. Natalie, I just wanna personally tell you, that you can wrestle around with me any day, babe. Wink wink.
Oh, and by the way, JD-- I managed to catch the end of your match last week. Nice win, bro. Too bad you need Miss Natalie Marie to win your matches for you... I know what you're gonna say, yeah you made Mike Williams tap out...big deal, the guy's a nobody anyway, but you had your chick pull the ropes away from him? Come on, dude. You can't even win a match on your own? I beat nine other guys last week, in one ring. You had trouble with a dude and a chick. Get real, man... Next week you're gonna get a reality check. You can't hang with the top dog around here, I suggest you take your girl and get as far away from Louisiana as you can get... because you might not just lose the match, bro.. You might lose your girl too, if you know what I'm saying. Peeeeeace!
(Dominick Aviles throws up the peace sign, and continues to relax on the couch. He then feels his phone vibrating in his pocket, pulls it out and answers.)
Dominick: David Vegas? Where the eff have you been, broski? ..... Las Vegas, hmm... figures.
(The camera begins to fade out as Dominick Aviles chats on his cell phone with his brother, and former-IWF wrestler, David Vegas.)
The scene opens pointing at the sun. The camera slowly pans down, showing the red sky merging with the dry mountains of the Arizona Desert. In the distance we see a 1969 soft top Cadillac driving through the dirt, leaving a trail of dust where it goes.
The camera follows the car as it heads down towards a trailer parked at the foot of a mountain. The car breaks and kicks dust everywhere. JD Michaels and Natalie Marie both leave the car.
JD is wearing some dark jeans with a prominent belt buckle on show, along with a vest. He takes off his sunglasses, looking at the shabby trailer in front of him. Natalie leans on the front of the car and takes off her cowboy hat to fix hr hair.
She watches as JD heads over to the trailer. He grabs the rusted handle but realises the trailer is locked. He shakes the door and the whole trailer moves. JD knocks on the door.
JD Michaels: Open up… its JD!
JD waits but there is no response. He shakes his head and takes a seat on the step. He keeps his head close to the door as he begins to speak. Natalie remains leaning against the car, looking out into the mountains.
JD Michaels: OK, well I know you are in there and I really would like to speak with you…?
Nothing happens.
JD Michaels: Well I made my debut with IWF this week, I don’t know if you had a chance to see me in action or not. Natalie was also involved, and she did me proud! I am looking forward to making an impact in this company; I think this is the place for me!
There is still no response from the other side of the door.
JD Michaels: Natalie and I were fighting Mike Williams and Angel Skye... Don’t know if you have heard of them, I think they are from Canada or somewhere; funny thing is I managed to pick up the win with a Sharpshooter!!
JD expects that to create some kind of reaction, but the trailer stays still. Natalie clears her throat, getting the attention of JD.
JD Michaels: Natalie also did well in that match! I can’t tell you how man times she hit that clothesline of hers. She is going to be the one who drives me to championship gold.
JD looks back to Natalie, hoping that would have settled her a bit, but the impatience still grows. She begins kicking her feet, making dust fly into the air.
JD Michaels: So yeah, next week I am in the opening stages of the IWF Championship Tournament. I am facing Dominick Aviles…
There is still no response.
JD Michaels: No, I’ve not heard of him either! Anyways, he was running his mouth about things, actually made me laugh to be quite honest. Dominick Aviles, a nobody in his own right, talking trash about me…Yeah right! I honestly think this tournament is my chance to shine because anyone can talk the talk, but its actually whether or not you can talk the talk! He may have won that battle royal last week, but who did he actually pin? Throwing someone over the top rope is one thing, but getting the pin on someone is something else!
JD waits for a response but there is complete silence. Natalie lets out a sigh as she has grown sick of hanging around.
JD Michaels: I would honestly like for you to come watch me sometime, only if you don’t have anything else planned that is?
Again, nothing is said to JD, so he gives up. He lets out a deflated sigh as he stands up and heads back to the car with his head down. Natalie remains leaning against the bonnet of the car and she notices the curtains twitch at the window.
She walks over to the door and holds her hand out to knock, but for some reason she doesn’t. Instead, she pulls a card from her pocket with a cell phone number on and places it under a rock on the step. She runs back to the car and gets in the passenger side.
JD spins the car round, casing dust and dirt to fly up in the air. The car speeds off into the distance, much faster than it came into the shot.
As the car drives off we see the door of the trailer open. We don’t see who was behind the door, but we do see a hand reach down and pick the card up!
The camera follows the car as it heads down towards a trailer parked at the foot of a mountain. The car breaks and kicks dust everywhere. JD Michaels and Natalie Marie both leave the car.
JD is wearing some dark jeans with a prominent belt buckle on show, along with a vest. He takes off his sunglasses, looking at the shabby trailer in front of him. Natalie leans on the front of the car and takes off her cowboy hat to fix hr hair.
She watches as JD heads over to the trailer. He grabs the rusted handle but realises the trailer is locked. He shakes the door and the whole trailer moves. JD knocks on the door.
JD Michaels: Open up… its JD!
JD waits but there is no response. He shakes his head and takes a seat on the step. He keeps his head close to the door as he begins to speak. Natalie remains leaning against the car, looking out into the mountains.
JD Michaels: OK, well I know you are in there and I really would like to speak with you…?
Nothing happens.
JD Michaels: Well I made my debut with IWF this week, I don’t know if you had a chance to see me in action or not. Natalie was also involved, and she did me proud! I am looking forward to making an impact in this company; I think this is the place for me!
There is still no response from the other side of the door.
JD Michaels: Natalie and I were fighting Mike Williams and Angel Skye... Don’t know if you have heard of them, I think they are from Canada or somewhere; funny thing is I managed to pick up the win with a Sharpshooter!!
JD expects that to create some kind of reaction, but the trailer stays still. Natalie clears her throat, getting the attention of JD.
JD Michaels: Natalie also did well in that match! I can’t tell you how man times she hit that clothesline of hers. She is going to be the one who drives me to championship gold.
JD looks back to Natalie, hoping that would have settled her a bit, but the impatience still grows. She begins kicking her feet, making dust fly into the air.
JD Michaels: So yeah, next week I am in the opening stages of the IWF Championship Tournament. I am facing Dominick Aviles…
There is still no response.
JD Michaels: No, I’ve not heard of him either! Anyways, he was running his mouth about things, actually made me laugh to be quite honest. Dominick Aviles, a nobody in his own right, talking trash about me…Yeah right! I honestly think this tournament is my chance to shine because anyone can talk the talk, but its actually whether or not you can talk the talk! He may have won that battle royal last week, but who did he actually pin? Throwing someone over the top rope is one thing, but getting the pin on someone is something else!
JD waits for a response but there is complete silence. Natalie lets out a sigh as she has grown sick of hanging around.
JD Michaels: I would honestly like for you to come watch me sometime, only if you don’t have anything else planned that is?
Again, nothing is said to JD, so he gives up. He lets out a deflated sigh as he stands up and heads back to the car with his head down. Natalie remains leaning against the bonnet of the car and she notices the curtains twitch at the window.
She walks over to the door and holds her hand out to knock, but for some reason she doesn’t. Instead, she pulls a card from her pocket with a cell phone number on and places it under a rock on the step. She runs back to the car and gets in the passenger side.
JD spins the car round, casing dust and dirt to fly up in the air. The car speeds off into the distance, much faster than it came into the shot.
As the car drives off we see the door of the trailer open. We don’t see who was behind the door, but we do see a hand reach down and pick the card up!
JD Michaels has brain damage too?
(The scene opens in Dominick Aviles' living room, where we immediately notice him in front of his large 70" LCD TV. He pops open the case of a Blu-Ray Disc titled "JD Michaels: 11/26/09", and puts the disc into his Blu-Ray player. He runs out of the room for a second, and we hear him fumbling around in the kitchen. He rushes back into the living room with a bag of popcorn, and jumps over the back of the couch, landing in a comfortable sitting position. He rips the bag open, grabs a huge handful of popcorn, and attempts to shove it into his mouth, making a huge mess on his couch and the floor. As the disc begins playing, his face turns serious.)
Dominick: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I get it!!! Kudos to you, bro. Good one. High five.
(Dominick bounces up and down the couch, having way too much fun. He shoves another handful of popcorn in his mouth.)
Dominick: Awww.... How ca-yuuutttteeeee! I forgot to bring my box of tissues...
(Dominick wipes his eyes with his t-shirt.)
(Dominick Aviles seems stunned. His jaw is dropped, exposing the chewed up popcorn in his mouth. Some of it falls to the floor, expanding the already huge mess. He grabs his remote and pauses the disc. Swallowing his popcorn, he begins to speak.)
Dominick: You know, when I heard Texans were dumb... I guess I really underestimated that statement. I don't even know where to start...I mean, do I even HAVE to make you look stupid? You handled that pretty well yourself there, kiddo. Okay, let's review a little bit.
You CLAIM to have never heard of me... And well, unless you have been living under a rock for the past few years, or your in-bred Texan brain is just so fried that it's impossible for you to store information in that head of yours, there's no possible way that I went un-noticed. Let me ask you something, DJ, or JD, whatever it is. Have you heard of the IWF prior to when you signed that contract? Because, well, I hate to break it to everyone here...but I MADE the IWF what it is. I'm the reason that this business is successful. Not Harrison, not Enigma...not Montana or Kash. ME! I'm known world-wide, baby. America, England, Japan, China. If you go to freakin' Ethiopia, they got posters of me in their huts, or whatever they live in. So go ahead, bud, lie to yourself and to all these fans that you've never heard of me, when YOU'RE the one who made your pro-wrestling debut last week. It's all good though, I know, you're just trying to psyche me out. I'm probably your idol, bro. You wish you could accomplish the things I've accomplished. You wish you had my popularity, you wish you could walk down the street and have people crowd around you asking for autographs. You wish you heard the roars of the arena when they announce your name over the PA-system... Heh, you wish that that trailer would've opened its doors for you! But let that be a sign for you, DJ... Nobody cares about you. NOBODY! Not your mom or your dad or your trailer-park uncle, Jim-Bob. Nobody. So go ahead, talk about how I'M the nobody... You're only making yourself look stupider.
Speaking of making yourself look stupid...haha...
(Dominick laughs to himself, unable to bring himself to say his next statement. When he finally controls himself enough to not laugh when he speaks, he turns his face serious again. He rewinds to the part of the movie where JD Michaels says he won his fight via Sharpshooter.)
Dominick: You say yourself, right here, that you won your fight by Sharpshooter. And let me just add that your little girl friend there pulled that rope far enough away from Mike Williams to where he couldn't reach it. Probably so you wouldn't throw one of your little hissy fits, I know how you drama queens are.
Anyway,...
(Dominick skips ahead to the part where Michaels talks about winning.)
Dominick: Anddd, you say here that I beat nine other guys, and it was no big deal. I threw them over the ropes, and I didn't actually pin any of them, so it doesn't count.
EL-OH-FREAKING-EL!
How come a few minutes prior to that moment, you were bragging about your submission victory? Who did YOU pin, Ms.Michaels? Are you saying that your victory doesn't count? I don't get it, you seem incapable of making sense. I thought I was the one with the head injury...
You probably would be the only guy to fight in a battle royal and attempt a pin-fall. Everything's bigger in Texas, yeah, except for brains. Seriously, bro. You questioned my skill? I've pinned more people than you can count...which I guess doesn't mean much, since you probably can't count very well... But I'll do you a favor, bro. I'll tutor you, because you seem like you're having a tough time... I'll show you how to count to three next Monday, after I smash your face in the middle of the ring with the Devastator. Sound good? I think so. I can't wait.
(Dominick presses play on his remote, and watches the rest of the video.)
Dominick: This really is a sad, sad story. Let me guess.. your parents are inside that trailer, and you just reallllllyyyy wanna build some kind of relationship with them. But the truth is, they didn't want you. They didn't want a dumb baby, so they threw you away. How sad, bro. I'll shed a tear for you. But this is how your story is gonna end. Young JD Michaels, after winning his first professional wrestling match, ran into some trouble the following week. He was put up against a legend, the most Devastating man in the sports-entertainment industry, and couldn't back up his talk. He then stuck around for a few more matches, before his career continued to spiral down into further irrelevance. Basically, your story ends at a burger joint in Austin, but that's just part time... You'll spend most of your time campaigning for Mr...or Ms.Leslie Cochran's mayor candidacy. Enjoy!
(Dominick Aviles laughs, shaking his head. He walks up to his blu-ray player, ejects the disc, and throws it somewhere out of the camera view.)
Dominick: Too much popcorn... I gotta poop. See you guys Monday.
(He grabs a magazine from his coffee table and heads upstairs. As he walks upstairs, he can be heard singing "Love Story" by Taylor Swift, replacing most of the words with slurred sounds that can not be understood. As the camera begins to fade out, we hear a loud sound, as if Dominick Aviles tripped and fell.)
(The scene opens in Dominick Aviles' living room, where we immediately notice him in front of his large 70" LCD TV. He pops open the case of a Blu-Ray Disc titled "JD Michaels: 11/26/09", and puts the disc into his Blu-Ray player. He runs out of the room for a second, and we hear him fumbling around in the kitchen. He rushes back into the living room with a bag of popcorn, and jumps over the back of the couch, landing in a comfortable sitting position. He rips the bag open, grabs a huge handful of popcorn, and attempts to shove it into his mouth, making a huge mess on his couch and the floor. As the disc begins playing, his face turns serious.)
Dominick: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I get it!!! Kudos to you, bro. Good one. High five.
(Dominick bounces up and down the couch, having way too much fun. He shoves another handful of popcorn in his mouth.)
Dominick: Awww.... How ca-yuuutttteeeee! I forgot to bring my box of tissues...
(Dominick wipes his eyes with his t-shirt.)
(Dominick Aviles seems stunned. His jaw is dropped, exposing the chewed up popcorn in his mouth. Some of it falls to the floor, expanding the already huge mess. He grabs his remote and pauses the disc. Swallowing his popcorn, he begins to speak.)
Dominick: You know, when I heard Texans were dumb... I guess I really underestimated that statement. I don't even know where to start...I mean, do I even HAVE to make you look stupid? You handled that pretty well yourself there, kiddo. Okay, let's review a little bit.
You CLAIM to have never heard of me... And well, unless you have been living under a rock for the past few years, or your in-bred Texan brain is just so fried that it's impossible for you to store information in that head of yours, there's no possible way that I went un-noticed. Let me ask you something, DJ, or JD, whatever it is. Have you heard of the IWF prior to when you signed that contract? Because, well, I hate to break it to everyone here...but I MADE the IWF what it is. I'm the reason that this business is successful. Not Harrison, not Enigma...not Montana or Kash. ME! I'm known world-wide, baby. America, England, Japan, China. If you go to freakin' Ethiopia, they got posters of me in their huts, or whatever they live in. So go ahead, bud, lie to yourself and to all these fans that you've never heard of me, when YOU'RE the one who made your pro-wrestling debut last week. It's all good though, I know, you're just trying to psyche me out. I'm probably your idol, bro. You wish you could accomplish the things I've accomplished. You wish you had my popularity, you wish you could walk down the street and have people crowd around you asking for autographs. You wish you heard the roars of the arena when they announce your name over the PA-system... Heh, you wish that that trailer would've opened its doors for you! But let that be a sign for you, DJ... Nobody cares about you. NOBODY! Not your mom or your dad or your trailer-park uncle, Jim-Bob. Nobody. So go ahead, talk about how I'M the nobody... You're only making yourself look stupider.
Speaking of making yourself look stupid...haha...
(Dominick laughs to himself, unable to bring himself to say his next statement. When he finally controls himself enough to not laugh when he speaks, he turns his face serious again. He rewinds to the part of the movie where JD Michaels says he won his fight via Sharpshooter.)
Dominick: You say yourself, right here, that you won your fight by Sharpshooter. And let me just add that your little girl friend there pulled that rope far enough away from Mike Williams to where he couldn't reach it. Probably so you wouldn't throw one of your little hissy fits, I know how you drama queens are.
Anyway,...
(Dominick skips ahead to the part where Michaels talks about winning.)
Dominick: Anddd, you say here that I beat nine other guys, and it was no big deal. I threw them over the ropes, and I didn't actually pin any of them, so it doesn't count.
EL-OH-FREAKING-EL!
How come a few minutes prior to that moment, you were bragging about your submission victory? Who did YOU pin, Ms.Michaels? Are you saying that your victory doesn't count? I don't get it, you seem incapable of making sense. I thought I was the one with the head injury...
You probably would be the only guy to fight in a battle royal and attempt a pin-fall. Everything's bigger in Texas, yeah, except for brains. Seriously, bro. You questioned my skill? I've pinned more people than you can count...which I guess doesn't mean much, since you probably can't count very well... But I'll do you a favor, bro. I'll tutor you, because you seem like you're having a tough time... I'll show you how to count to three next Monday, after I smash your face in the middle of the ring with the Devastator. Sound good? I think so. I can't wait.
(Dominick presses play on his remote, and watches the rest of the video.)
Dominick: This really is a sad, sad story. Let me guess.. your parents are inside that trailer, and you just reallllllyyyy wanna build some kind of relationship with them. But the truth is, they didn't want you. They didn't want a dumb baby, so they threw you away. How sad, bro. I'll shed a tear for you. But this is how your story is gonna end. Young JD Michaels, after winning his first professional wrestling match, ran into some trouble the following week. He was put up against a legend, the most Devastating man in the sports-entertainment industry, and couldn't back up his talk. He then stuck around for a few more matches, before his career continued to spiral down into further irrelevance. Basically, your story ends at a burger joint in Austin, but that's just part time... You'll spend most of your time campaigning for Mr...or Ms.Leslie Cochran's mayor candidacy. Enjoy!
(Dominick Aviles laughs, shaking his head. He walks up to his blu-ray player, ejects the disc, and throws it somewhere out of the camera view.)
Dominick: Too much popcorn... I gotta poop. See you guys Monday.
(He grabs a magazine from his coffee table and heads upstairs. As he walks upstairs, he can be heard singing "Love Story" by Taylor Swift, replacing most of the words with slurred sounds that can not be understood. As the camera begins to fade out, we hear a loud sound, as if Dominick Aviles tripped and fell.)
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