Yo yo yo, hold the phone Dixson!

*By Dixson, he is referring to Gregory Dixson, the voiceover specialist of the NWC, in other words, the guy you hear on commercials saying "Come see the NWC Live!" But on this day, Gregory Dixson has the task of making a debut vignette of NWC Centrals most recent signing, Dusty J. They agreed to meet on the Walk of Fame on this date, but thus far, everything Dixson writes, the rich boy from Hollywood shoots down. Dixson motions to the NWC camera crew to take 5, the frustration of the assignment is finally starting to boil over on the voiceover veteran of 15 years, a career that has spanned through numerous wrestling promotions, but never before has he had this much difficulty with a talent over a vignette, or anything else, for that matter.*

Dustin, look, you do not know the importance of good vignettes in the professional wrestling buisness, the more we build you up, the more the fans will anticipate your arrival, and the more they anticipate your arrival, the more tickets they buy to see you, get it?

Yo yo, I feel you on that, but homie, you ain't telling the truth about me, I ain't cocky, I just know that i'm better than everyone else!

See, did you hear what you just said? That's the self centered-ness that i'm talking about in the vignette, right there.

Hey man, that's not cockiness, you ain't got a damn idea what you talkin' about, i'm Dusty J, i'm the shiznet, and I know it. What I speak is the truth, and if i'm speaking the truth, then it ain't cockiness.

But Dustin..

And for the record, it's DUSTY, D-U-S-T-Y, not no Dustin, got that?

*Gregory sighs, knowing full and well that he is not going to win this name argument.*

Ok ok, but DUSTY, you say you're the best in the company, but you have yet to square off with any of the NWC super...

*Dusty quickly cuts the 15 year veteran off, seemingly oblivious to what he is trying to be informed of, the truth.*

You're doubting me when I say that i'm the best?

It's not that, it's just that you have yet to...

So you're calling me a liar?

Dustin, i'm not calling you a liar, the simple fact of the matter is..

DUSTY, my name is DUSTY, Dusty J, the # 1 professional wrestler in this Central region, in the whole NWC, in the whole wrestling industy!

*Gregory chuckles at Dustys comments about being the greatest wrestler in the world while thinking about all of the great superstars around the NWC, from NWC Central World Champion Bloodangel, to NWC World Champion Billy Page.*

Oh, is something funny MR. DIXSON?

*The veteran of the wrestling buisness has seen a lot in his day, but this kid from Hollywood, he's never seen anything like, for one, he talks like he's Eminem, second, he thinks he is better than wrestlers he has never stepped into the ring with, and now he results to referring to him as "Mr. Dixson" in the most childish way possible. It is obvious to Gregory Dixson by now, that this kid isn't used to being disagreed with.*

White boy, maybe you didn't hear me when I said it the first time, so let me reiterate myself, is something funny Mr. Dixson?

*When Dusty repeats himself, Dixson slightly chuckles, but then quickly regains composure. But Dixson has obviously had enough of this jive talking 23 year old from Hollywood, and finally decides to stand up for himself, having heard enough from this smart aleck punk.*

You know what DUSTY J? I have had it up to here with you, and i've been anticipating the moment that I could say these words, and here they are, "YES, I AM CALLING YOU A LIAR, YOU'RE NOT BETTER THAN ANYBODY ON THAT NWC ROSTER UNTIL YOU PROVE THAT YOU ARE, AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A SECOND RATE JOBBER WHEN IT COMES TO WRESTLING, AND WHEN IT COMES TO BEING A PERSON, YOU'RE A SPOILED ROTTEN RICH BOY CONFUSED WITH WHAT COLOR YOU ARE, AND ANOTHER THING..."

*Dusty, who obviously is not used to being told the stone cold truth by anyone about his obnoxious attitude and jive talking speech, has heard enough truth for one day, he slowly approaches Gregory, then sends his right fist into the stomache of the 5'6", 45 year old. Gregory's facial expression tells it all, his face turns red, and he begins gasping for air, getting a shot in the stomache will do that to a person, espically in Gregorys case, where he was in mid speech. By the look on his face, Dusty J could care less about the physical condition of the voiceover extraordinare, for all he cares about is the same person he has cared about all of his life, himself. He kicks Gregory, who is bending down to try to regain some air, in the side of the head with his right foot. Needless to say, Dixson goes down on the "Lassie" star. Dusty looks toward the camera crew, who is just setting back up from their 5 minute break, he can tell that they're intimidated by him, Dusty only stands at 5'10", but to the skinny cameramen with no meat on their bones whatsoever, he is a pretty scary guy, espically with his lean, muscular physique. Dusty points to the head cameraman and motions for him to go stand where he is.*

Homie, come on man, just get your crew over here, we cool, you ain't talked no shit to me, just come over here, and film me, while I show this little punk Greg Dixson how to do a REAL introduction.

*The camera crew works with Greg Dixson regularly on numerous NWC projects, and they really get a kick out of the guy, but Dusty J, although not that intimidating to a regular NWC superstar, he sure as hell knows how to scare a 150 pound camera man. The head cameraman, a guy named Larry Stone, approaches Dusty, and motions for his crew to follow. Dusty bends down and picks up the microphone from beside Gregory Dixson, who is still on the ground, nursing his wounds. Dusty then steps over Gregory, and takes a stroll down on the Walk of Fame, as the cameracrew films him.*

Ok, now that I have the little punk Greg Dixson out of my way, and trying to tell me what to do, i'm gonna lay it on you right here, and all of you punks back there in the NWC locker rooms, ya'll bitches better listen up, because this is the true story, of a boy from Cali, who grew up to become a professional wrestler, and is coming soon to a town near you. But before all of you people come out to the NWC shows to see me, and only me, mind you, let me give ya'll a little history lesson.

*Dusty continues strolling down the sidewalk until he see's a green bench, the 23 year old approaches the bench and has himself a seat, he puts his arms behind it, and slouches, as if trying to look like a "Brother."*

I'm Dusty J, that's all I go by, because it's my name, contrary to what that little white ass Greg Dixson may say. I'm from, well, here, Hollywood California, where I lived the tough life of being the son of two parents, who frequently appeared in commercials and on television, admired by all who approached us, good looking folks, great bodies, great attitude, and some damn white teeth. I was on a couple of commercials too ya know? You all remember that commercial with the two little boys playing with Ninja Turtle action figures, and then the third boy comes in as Shredder? Yea, that was me alright, hold all your compliments, I know, I was a damn cute child.

*A girl then walks by the bench where Dusty J is sitting, about 19 years old, white girl with one of those artificial California tans, wearing a short jean skirt and a very revealing Abercrombie shirt, if you can call it that. As she walks by, Dusty leans his head and tries to get a look up her skirt, he smirks happily when she turns the corner, then looks back to the camera.*

Yea, you know that girl wanted me. Anyways, as I was saying, I was the best loooking kid, with the best looking parents, and the sweetest part of it all was, we had, and still do have, lot's and lot's of money, which allows me to buy anything I want, from jerseys, to food, to bling bling, now, I know you white people don't have a damn clue what bling bling is, but don't feel any less intelligent, you're white, of course you don't know what bling bling is. So let me show you, and maybe yo' white assess can actually carry on a semi intelligent conversation with a brotha, aight?

*The silver chain Dusty is wearing is visible to all who see him, he now takes the chain off, which is complimented by a silver basketball. Dusty displays it prodly, and frighteningly similar to the Jewelry Lady on QVC. After displaying his "Bling Bling," Dusty puts the neckelace back on and stuffs the basketball under his jersey.*

Ok, now that you crackers are educated, let me go on, I trained to be a professional wrestler when I was 21, and low and behold, I got signed by a wrestling company by the name of DHW, which folded in early 2002, so I have been cruising Cali since then, waiting for the perfect oppritunity to make my comeback, NWC signed me for a fat amount of cash, and here I am, ready to kick the ass of all you chumps who think you worth something. Now, it is to my knowledge that they is a lot of punk ass mofo's up in this place who think that they hot stuff, well, I hate people like, that, cocky mofo's are the stupidest punks in the world, know what i'm saying Mr. Camera Guy?

*Larry in the meantime, is laughing his ass off, in his mind, because of Dusty J contradicting himself, and being hyprocritical to the extreme, whether he knows it or not. Larry, after seeing what happened to Greg, is smart enough not to say anything, because he is 5'10," but about 350 pounds, an avid Spider-Man fan as a kid, he discovered wrestling in the early issues where Spidey defeated "Crusher Hogan," later changed to "Bonesaw Mcgraw" for the Spider-Man movie, and he did not want to end up like Crusher/Bonesaw at the end of the match, where he got knocked out silly.*

First of all, there's the NWC World Heavyweight Champion Billy Page, who, might I add, is a very undeserving champion, I know it, you fans know it, and deep down inside, he knows it. Billy Page never defeated the very best that the industry has to offer to win that title, because quite frankly, the best in the industry only signed with NWC a few days ago, and is wearing some fly Laker gear at this very moment.

*Dusty gets up from the bench, and begins to walk down the street again, he only walks by a few of the stars before stopping at a store window. He looks through the clear glass window, which is displaying a t shirt, who's t shirt? Current NWC Central Champion Bloodangel. Dusty turns back to the camera, and uses his elbows to lean on the edge of the window.*

Bloodangel, the current NWCC champion. Now, I really need to get this straight, Bloodangel is the current champion of NWCC, now, what that would mean is, he is the best that this region has to offer. Now, when I was offered the job with this region, I was informed by that Calloway guy that this was the top region in all of the National Wrestling Council, Bloodangel, as the champion of this region, is supposebly the best that it has to offer, now, if Bloodangel is the best that this region has to offer, then ya'll might as well hand me that championship belt right now, because that punkass ain't got nothing on me, D-U-S-T, Y? Because Bloodangel can't comperre to what I have herre. Yea, I know ya'll thought that was tight didn't you?

*Dusty once again starts walking down the street, looking down at the stars of thee numberous celebrities which they are named in honor of, Dusty stops at the Ozzy Osbourne star.*

Now, if that son of a bitch can get his own star, then any random druggie can, but let me tell you something man, I am a star, i'm actually DESERVING of my own plaque, and i'm damn sure DESERVING of some NWC Championship gold, I know ya'll mofo's will try to hold me down, but the fact of the matter is, I'm Hollywood Gold, cross me, and you'll that the razors edge is a helluva lot sharper than you anticipated. I'm better than ALL of you on that roster, Dusty J is here, and you all better watch out, becuase i'm here to stay, D-U-S-T-Y to the J. I got tight looks to match my mad skill-mess with me, at your own will.

*Dusty then signals for Larry to cut, which he does, the camera star wipes, and low and behold, it displays Dusty J's logo...*