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MNM#7 - Single's Match - Dominick Aviles vs. CMS
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(Dominick Aviles is seen leaving a local wrestling event in Tampa, FL. It is surprisingly cold outside, and he is wearing a black leather jacket with a white button-up shirt underneath, as well as ripped blue jeans and shiny black dress shoes. A lone diamond sparkles in his left ear as it reflects off the moonlight. A small mob of fans crowd him as he tries to get to his car, and he takes a few moments to sign autographs and take pictures.)
Fan 1: Mr. Aviles, can I please get an autograph? You're my favorite wrestler!
Aviles: Sure, kid. No problem.
Fan 2: You're definitely one of the best of all time! Thanks for taking a picture with my boyfriend and I!
Aviles: Don't mention it, babe.
Fan 3: You're trash... CMS is gonna stomp all over you next week. You couldn't hold his boots... Look at all of the things he's accomplished in his career. You're not gonna last more than the three seconds that you'll be on your back for, go back to your mental hospital!
(Dominick stops for a second and stares at the man in his eyes. The man continues his verbal attack on Dominick, and Dominick looks as if he is about to take out his frustrations on the man. However, he smiles, and lets out a small laugh.)
Aviles: Haha... yeah, bro. Whatever you say, dude. (to the other fans) Sorry guys, I gotta get going.
Fan 2: Don't listen to him! You're gonna crush CMS!
(Dominick Aviles smiles and breaks loose from the mob. He gets into his black 2010 Range Rover and starts the car. He wipes the 'tired' from his eyes with his hands before he drives away. The camera view is now from the passenger seat of the vehicle.)
Aviles: CMS... Another step on the ladder. Kind of. You see, I'm not quite sure I understand why I'm booked in this match, but I'll take what's given to me. CMS, the guy coming off a loss at Inception, where he failed to win the Intercontinental Title. That sentence alone shows why I shouldn't even be wasting my valuable time with this match... but like I said, I was dealt this hand, and I'm not gonna fold.
(Dominick thinks about what he just said; he shakes his head and smiles slightly.)
Aviles: I sound like my brother, Vegas. Anyways... I don't have much to say about CMS. I don't know much about him. I remember his name from when I was just a rookie in this business, but I don't know much about him, since I was on Hardcore Impact and he was on Mayhem. I mean, I guess I could do my homework, and try to figure out a gameplan or a strategy to beat this guy, but let's be honest... I'm coming off one of the biggest wins of my career. Granted, "Jackson" Michaels... funny name... isn't really the most talented guy in this business, but I shut him up real quick. You see, when I climbed the top of that cage and jumped, there was only one thing running through my mind. The IWF Championship. I showed that I am one of the elite superstars in this business, and perhaps, bigger than the "Shining Star" himself. You see, I don't need distractions to win. I don't need cheap shots. I don't need weapons. I don't need to fight wrestlers past their prime to get a cheap win over someone who used to be something. I am the best. You throw ANYONE in front of me, and I'll put them down. That's how I am, and that's how I've always been. You might get a few shots on me here and there, I'm not as young as I used to be, but trust me when I say that I will come out on top, regardless of what happens.
(Dominick pauses, putting emphasis on his statement. His tone is serious, and with each word that he speaks, he becomes more passionate, envisioning himself reaching his goal.)
Aviles: So your past, CMS, means nothing to me. I don't know exactly what you've done. I don't know exactly how reputable you are, or how high your name used to appear on the cards, it doesn't matter. My past doesn't matter. It's all about the here and now, and right now, you're in the headliner match for one reason, Carlos... because MY name is in it! I'm drawing the most fans to this match, not you. Everyone wants to see the hottest wrestler in the biz climb the next step on his ladder on the way to becoming the IWF Champion. And if the company wants to throw some has-been scrub in front of me, then so be it. I've complained way too much in my career. I've been held down by Montana for too long. And I'm tired of it, I'm just gonna take what's given to me. I'm earning everything I get. Put an opponent in front of me, and I'll show you who the better man is. I'm taking it step by step, and I know I'm not flying under the radar anymore. Montana, you know I'm here. You know what I've done. Nic Stone, you know I'm here, you know what I've done. We're alot alike, you and I. Except, you're the champ, bro. I can't knock you for that. You got it before I did. But you better hold on to it pretty tight, because you're not the only one who wants it.
(Dominick pulls up to a red light. He leans his head back on the head-rest and lets out a deep breath. His eyes close for a moment, and his jaw clenches. He seems to still be in some kind of pain from his last match, but is doing his best to keep quiet about it. The light turns green; his eyes open, and his foot gradually presses down on the gas pedal.)
Aviles: Another thing on my mind... It seems like ever since my good friend, Mr. Tony Valentino, brought his agent around and created quite the buzz he did, SOME PEOPLE tried their best to mimic greatness. And yeah, I'm calling you out, Carlos. You hire your agent as soon as you learn you have to go up against Valentino... Yeah bro, nice job. I guess that's the popular thing to do now, if you can't BE greatness, do your best to BE LIKE greatness. But hey, no biggie. I have some news to announce myself, but I'll wait for the right time to do so. And no, C, I'm not back with your mother again... she's too needy. I'm sorry, dude. I know if I was your daddy, I could teach you a thing or two about a thing or two. But I don't feel the need to bring some poor, ghetto family out of the 'hood' and introduce you to the lifestyle that I earned. Besides, you ever hear that saying?--- "You can take the monkey out of the jungle, but you can't take the jungle out of the monkey". Heh, yeah, I think that applies here.
(Dominick pulls up to another red light, and eyes the female in the car next to him. He winks at her as she looks over, and she smiles back. The light turns green and he continues driving.)
Aviles: But come Monday, we're gonna face-off in the middle of the ring in Scranton, Pennslyvania, in front of a screaming crowd that will be supporting me heavily. Because this match is not about you rebounding and beating me.. no, this match is for me to continue my IWF hot-streak. This match is to continue me on my road to the top. Nothing more, nothing less, it is what it is. So before you hit the gym and put in your workouts, and drink your protein shakes, remember something. Remember that you have absolutely NO SHOT to beat me. None. Zero percent. But hey, don't let that stop you from putting up a fight. If I'm going to the top, I need to be at the top of my game. So bring your A-game, and give me a good challenge, it will only benefit me in the long run. Okay Carlito? You're bigger than life? Yeah? Show me. Prove it. Because in that ring, I promise you, no matter if you're 6'5" or 8'2", nobody is bigger than me. You hear that? Nobody. Not Nic Stone. Not James Kash. Not Adam Freeman. Not Biggs or Jay Raven or Ryan Harrison. And definitely not JD Michaels! So come on, bro. I'm interested in hearing what you could possibly say to me in response to this. I wanna hear about how you're gonna beat me, just like everyone else said before. You gonna finally be the one to end my streak? You gonna put the first loss in my record? I highly doubt it, CMS... And you're gonna regret that your 'super' agent booked you in this match, because honestly, it was a terrible move for your career.
(The camera view switches from the passenger seat to a view of Dominick's Range Rover pulling into the garage of his Tampa mansion. The garage door slowly shuts behind the vehicle, as the camera pans up, fixating on the night sky as the camera slowly fades to darkness.)
Fan 1: Mr. Aviles, can I please get an autograph? You're my favorite wrestler!
Aviles: Sure, kid. No problem.
Fan 2: You're definitely one of the best of all time! Thanks for taking a picture with my boyfriend and I!
Aviles: Don't mention it, babe.
Fan 3: You're trash... CMS is gonna stomp all over you next week. You couldn't hold his boots... Look at all of the things he's accomplished in his career. You're not gonna last more than the three seconds that you'll be on your back for, go back to your mental hospital!
(Dominick stops for a second and stares at the man in his eyes. The man continues his verbal attack on Dominick, and Dominick looks as if he is about to take out his frustrations on the man. However, he smiles, and lets out a small laugh.)
Aviles: Haha... yeah, bro. Whatever you say, dude. (to the other fans) Sorry guys, I gotta get going.
Fan 2: Don't listen to him! You're gonna crush CMS!
(Dominick Aviles smiles and breaks loose from the mob. He gets into his black 2010 Range Rover and starts the car. He wipes the 'tired' from his eyes with his hands before he drives away. The camera view is now from the passenger seat of the vehicle.)
Aviles: CMS... Another step on the ladder. Kind of. You see, I'm not quite sure I understand why I'm booked in this match, but I'll take what's given to me. CMS, the guy coming off a loss at Inception, where he failed to win the Intercontinental Title. That sentence alone shows why I shouldn't even be wasting my valuable time with this match... but like I said, I was dealt this hand, and I'm not gonna fold.
(Dominick thinks about what he just said; he shakes his head and smiles slightly.)
Aviles: I sound like my brother, Vegas. Anyways... I don't have much to say about CMS. I don't know much about him. I remember his name from when I was just a rookie in this business, but I don't know much about him, since I was on Hardcore Impact and he was on Mayhem. I mean, I guess I could do my homework, and try to figure out a gameplan or a strategy to beat this guy, but let's be honest... I'm coming off one of the biggest wins of my career. Granted, "Jackson" Michaels... funny name... isn't really the most talented guy in this business, but I shut him up real quick. You see, when I climbed the top of that cage and jumped, there was only one thing running through my mind. The IWF Championship. I showed that I am one of the elite superstars in this business, and perhaps, bigger than the "Shining Star" himself. You see, I don't need distractions to win. I don't need cheap shots. I don't need weapons. I don't need to fight wrestlers past their prime to get a cheap win over someone who used to be something. I am the best. You throw ANYONE in front of me, and I'll put them down. That's how I am, and that's how I've always been. You might get a few shots on me here and there, I'm not as young as I used to be, but trust me when I say that I will come out on top, regardless of what happens.
(Dominick pauses, putting emphasis on his statement. His tone is serious, and with each word that he speaks, he becomes more passionate, envisioning himself reaching his goal.)
Aviles: So your past, CMS, means nothing to me. I don't know exactly what you've done. I don't know exactly how reputable you are, or how high your name used to appear on the cards, it doesn't matter. My past doesn't matter. It's all about the here and now, and right now, you're in the headliner match for one reason, Carlos... because MY name is in it! I'm drawing the most fans to this match, not you. Everyone wants to see the hottest wrestler in the biz climb the next step on his ladder on the way to becoming the IWF Champion. And if the company wants to throw some has-been scrub in front of me, then so be it. I've complained way too much in my career. I've been held down by Montana for too long. And I'm tired of it, I'm just gonna take what's given to me. I'm earning everything I get. Put an opponent in front of me, and I'll show you who the better man is. I'm taking it step by step, and I know I'm not flying under the radar anymore. Montana, you know I'm here. You know what I've done. Nic Stone, you know I'm here, you know what I've done. We're alot alike, you and I. Except, you're the champ, bro. I can't knock you for that. You got it before I did. But you better hold on to it pretty tight, because you're not the only one who wants it.
(Dominick pulls up to a red light. He leans his head back on the head-rest and lets out a deep breath. His eyes close for a moment, and his jaw clenches. He seems to still be in some kind of pain from his last match, but is doing his best to keep quiet about it. The light turns green; his eyes open, and his foot gradually presses down on the gas pedal.)
Aviles: Another thing on my mind... It seems like ever since my good friend, Mr. Tony Valentino, brought his agent around and created quite the buzz he did, SOME PEOPLE tried their best to mimic greatness. And yeah, I'm calling you out, Carlos. You hire your agent as soon as you learn you have to go up against Valentino... Yeah bro, nice job. I guess that's the popular thing to do now, if you can't BE greatness, do your best to BE LIKE greatness. But hey, no biggie. I have some news to announce myself, but I'll wait for the right time to do so. And no, C, I'm not back with your mother again... she's too needy. I'm sorry, dude. I know if I was your daddy, I could teach you a thing or two about a thing or two. But I don't feel the need to bring some poor, ghetto family out of the 'hood' and introduce you to the lifestyle that I earned. Besides, you ever hear that saying?--- "You can take the monkey out of the jungle, but you can't take the jungle out of the monkey". Heh, yeah, I think that applies here.
(Dominick pulls up to another red light, and eyes the female in the car next to him. He winks at her as she looks over, and she smiles back. The light turns green and he continues driving.)
Aviles: But come Monday, we're gonna face-off in the middle of the ring in Scranton, Pennslyvania, in front of a screaming crowd that will be supporting me heavily. Because this match is not about you rebounding and beating me.. no, this match is for me to continue my IWF hot-streak. This match is to continue me on my road to the top. Nothing more, nothing less, it is what it is. So before you hit the gym and put in your workouts, and drink your protein shakes, remember something. Remember that you have absolutely NO SHOT to beat me. None. Zero percent. But hey, don't let that stop you from putting up a fight. If I'm going to the top, I need to be at the top of my game. So bring your A-game, and give me a good challenge, it will only benefit me in the long run. Okay Carlito? You're bigger than life? Yeah? Show me. Prove it. Because in that ring, I promise you, no matter if you're 6'5" or 8'2", nobody is bigger than me. You hear that? Nobody. Not Nic Stone. Not James Kash. Not Adam Freeman. Not Biggs or Jay Raven or Ryan Harrison. And definitely not JD Michaels! So come on, bro. I'm interested in hearing what you could possibly say to me in response to this. I wanna hear about how you're gonna beat me, just like everyone else said before. You gonna finally be the one to end my streak? You gonna put the first loss in my record? I highly doubt it, CMS... And you're gonna regret that your 'super' agent booked you in this match, because honestly, it was a terrible move for your career.
(The camera view switches from the passenger seat to a view of Dominick's Range Rover pulling into the garage of his Tampa mansion. The garage door slowly shuts behind the vehicle, as the camera pans up, fixating on the night sky as the camera slowly fades to darkness.)
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