(The scene opens up Dominick Aviles' living room. An IWF Camera Crew is setting up their equipment, while Dominick can be seen sitting on a black leather couch, adjusting his dark shades and fixing his hair. He dusts off his green Hollister shirt and khaki shorts, reaches down for a bottle of water, and takes a sip. He looks irritated, and doesn't seem himself. The camera crew finally finishes setting up, and gives him a thumbs up.)
Aviles: I'm gonna get straight to the point, 'cause quite frankly, I'm just not in the mood today. Much respect to Tony Valentino for getting my back last Monday. I let my emotions get to my head, and charged into a situation that didn't favor me. I put myself into a spot where that hillbilly and his over-sized, in-bred cousin-brother thing, took advantage of. Instead of being a MAN, and fighting me one-on-one, he punked out and hid behind his buddy, and they fought me two-on-one. But when Tony Valentino came down to even things up a bit, what happened? They tucked their tails between their legs and ran. Figures, we all knew they were cowards. I mean seriously, Michaels is flapping his lips talking about how he's got 'The Insurance Policy' Benjamin Button, or whatever, yet they can't fight a two-on-two brawl? How can you claim to be tough? How can you even claim to be a respectable fighter, if you refuse to show anyone? The only time you've ever showed any promise at all is when you're getting your cheap shots in, after your "insurance policy" does his dirty work like a good little boy.
(Dominick takes another swig from his water bottle. He clears his throat, takes a second to collect his thoughts, and then proceeds to speak.)
Aviles: But next Monday, we will have our chance to fight fairly. And I've got alot of frustration built up in me. Alot of anger that has been eating at me for a while. Ever since our first fight. I should warn the fans that are gonna come out to the show... Don't expect to see me the way I've always been. Cocky. Loud. Don't expect me to put on a show that you want your kids to see... In fact, I strongly suggest you leave them home. I'm not trying to hurt ticket sales or anything, but this Monday is going to be ugly. JD, I PROMISE I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life. I'm gonna leave you a bloody mess in the middle of that ring. I'm gonna make sure that no one will be able to recognize you after our match. You talk about how you got your boy to help you out, well I got news for you. He's not in the match, bro. There's not a thing he can do to save you this time. I'm done playing games. I'm done holding back. I'm done putting on a show. I've got one goal this week, and that's to make sure that you're carried out of the arena on a stretcher.
(Dominick Aviles stares at the camera intensely, the veins popping out of his neck. His face is red, and his jaw is clenched tightly. Clearly, this is not the Dominick Aviles we are used to seeing.)
Aviles: You know what I find to be humorous... The relationship between the three of you. Benjamin Button, JD Michaels, and Natalie Marie. I mean, are Michaels and Marie dating? Are they related? Are they related, and dating? Where does the big guy come in? Did anyone else catch when he called JD Michaels "his man"? I believe the whole statement was, "I'm here to ensure that my man JD gets back into the title picture". Does anyone realize how messed up this situation is? We have a brother/sister relationship, and now some huge giant freak is tossed into it? I don't even wanna think about what goes on after the cameras shut off.. some circus threesome. That's just sick.
(Dominick shakes his head and squeezes his water bottle a bit. He seems to be listening to the crunching of the plastic and thinking at the same time. Finally, he takes a sip, wipes his mouth, and places the cap back on the bottle.)
Aviles: And to address my other opponent, a man who says he's very excited to face me, Bobby King. Now going back to what King said about his own partner, JD Michaels... he seems to be unsure whether Michaels can handle his own in the ring. King also seems to have an eye out for Natalie Marie, even though I noticed some cellulite thing she's got going on with her legs. It's all good though, big girls need love too. Anyway, Bobby, you show alot of promise in the ring. You aren't like your partner, you aren't a complete chump. In fact, you, me, and Valentino made it to the end of the Battle Royal on opening night. But, I'm sure you don't want me to bring that up... You probably have some bitter memories about that night, am I right?
One thing, though... I don't see where you get off calling me a "punk". I'm not like anyone else you've ever fought in your career, Bob-O... I'm on a whole different level than you are. You don't sell out arenas like I do. You couldn't fill up a neighborhood gym. You aren't anything, bro. I mean look at you... You spent a whole week talking about Tony Valentino, about how he was nothing, he wasn't a wrestler, he was too inexperienced, that you were gonna wipe the floor with him... And then you beat him, and you act like you're the greatest wrestler who ever laced up his boots. You managed to gain a victory over a rookie. Great job, man. Go celebrate, you're amazing.
(Dominick shakes his head in disgust. He laughs to himself, and continues to speak while flashing a smile at the camera.)
Aviles: You see, when Tony first came into this business, he was just a promising rookie. A top prospect. You should know, you took that kick to the face that sent you out over the ropes. He might have been a little rough around the edges, but I know you saw Tony last week, he's starting to shape up into a pretty well-rounded fighter.
Let me put it this way for you. You might have beaten Tony one-on-one... But we got the best of you when we teamed up that night. So to be honest, you don't have a shot against the two of us. We're too much for you, and that's a fact.
And I've already beaten JD Michaels one-one-one, and with as much fuel he's added to my fire, there's not a chance that he can beat me...ever. Like I said before, a few more years and he'll be out of wrestling, supporting Leslie Cochran's campaign for mayor.
Bottom line, guys--- don't even talk your trash about me anymore. I can't even name a guy who has ever beaten me without cheating. Honestly, I can't even name a guy who has easily beaten me, even when they were cheating. If you think that I'm gonna lay on my back for three seconds, or if you think I'm gonna let Valentino lay on his back for three seconds, you might as well quit wrestling now. There's no way we're leaving without a 'W', that's just how it is. No matter how much you talk your talk, no matter how much you THINK you're going to hit the "King's Cross", at the end of the night, it's all irrelevant. You don't have a shot, bro. Me and Tony are more than good-looking dudes, we're the best wrestlers you've faced, and most likely the best wrestlers you'll ever face. Have fun opening shows for the rest of your career.
But honestly, I've never been a tag-team kind of guy. Not even with my brother, David Vegas... But hey, if this works out, I just may have to call up Mr.Gold to tell him that he's got himself a new client... we'll see.
(Dominick Aviles laughs. He raises his glasses above his eyes, and winks at the camera. The camera crew stops recording as Dominick stands up and rips the clip-on microphone off his shirt. He taps one of the camera crew members on the shoulder as he makes his way out of sight, and the scene fades to black.)