21st August 2010
The scene opens as we see Chris Owen, strutting down the halls of the IWF Headquarters. He stops at the door of Vino Motisanti, the owner of IWF. He knocks the door, but doesn't get an answer.
Owen: Hello?
He knocks again.
Owen: Anybody in there?
Chris frowns, and turns away from the door, to see a camera staring him right in the face.
Owen: Woah, what the..?
Owen sighs, and we see his hand move towards the camera.
Owen: Freaking hell, get that thing away from me! *the camera turns away" Hey! HEY! Apologize, don't you think I've had enough of those freaking camera's in my face all week long?!
Man: *in a quiet, shy voice* Err, urm, sorry...
The man walks away.
Owen: Hey, hey wait! Maybe I can get a bit of use out of you... no, no, no, you don't roll your eyes at the Spotlight Stealer! You just get here when he wants you here, ya got that, ya fat piece a' crap!
You can here the man sigh, as the camera turns towards Owen for the final time. He plays with his collar and tucks in his shirt.
Owen: Do I look okay? Teeth are clean?
The man's response is a shy, introverted mumble as Owen looks deep into the camera, to check his teeth. He cleans his mouth with his tounge, before coughing and beginning to speak.
Owen: Next week, your's truly Chris "the Spotlight Stealer" Owen, is going to hand "2 Dangerous Daniel" the biggest ass whooping of the guy's entire life in his début match just because he can.
Owen smiles, as the pre-recorded crowd in the background cheer.
Owen: Let me tell you something Dan, I don't need to win this match, I don't even need show up, I know I'm gonna be big in this company no matter what, but the temptation of throwing you around that ring next week is just too down funny to turn down. If was you Danny, I'd just pack up your bags right now and leave this company all together, because as long as I'm here, you won't be getting anywhere near the top titles..
Owen walks way as the camera fades to black.