Hey Yall, what the heck is up? I just got my baseball signed by Randy Winn, that is so tight man. Now driver, we need to go to a card shop and get a case for this baby, I cannot let it get dirty or anything like that. Because this ball is more than just a ball, its signed by an All Star, and when you get anything that is signed by an All Star, it deserved better treatment than a ball signed by, say... John Rocker.
Ok, let me be real with you guys now, because the HOW fans do not want to hear me bragging about my new autographed baseball. They want to hear me talk about Viper, who im gonna call "Snake". Now Snake, let me be real with you brother, your going to be one tough cookie to compete against, this you know, and this I know. You have been in this company longer, you know it inside and out. But hey, that does not scare me, because Dusty J does not get scared of anything. But you do have what it takes to beat me, on the other hand, I think I have what it takes to beat you, im young, strong, and ready for a serious challenge here in HOW, you are that challenge, and win or lose, I will be humbled a little bit by this match, because it is not going to be a squash on either of our parts, its going to be a good match, between two great professional wrestlers, who know their stuff. And when two wrestlers know their stuff, it always leads to a great encounter, look at Steve Austin and The Rock, Ric Flair and Sting, Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels, now, im not saying we will ever be able to put on a match like some of those pairs could, but it sure will be fun trying.
*The limo pulls into the parking lot of "Sports Cards And Collectibles" and Dusty opens the door and rushes into the store in a hurry. He walks around the store, browsing the various selection of autographs, baseballs, trading cards, and vintage collectibles. Dusty walks over a few rows past the NFL section and spots the baseball cases. Dusty grabs the first one he sees and walks over to the register, he buys the case and quickly puts his ball inside of it. He exits the store and quickly hops back into the limo. The limo drives off to the airport, where Dusty will be catching a plane back home to Hollywood California.*
*The San Antonio crowd looks shocked as the Dusty J video distorts and turns completley black. Then, Dusty J is once again shown on the big screen, but in a diffrent enviorment, but this enviorment appears to be a junkyard. Dusty is on top of the pile of junk, with a 2 x 4 in hand.*
Now, what happened to my little promo that you people were just watching? Well, it went away, forever, because I have had it. You see, shortly after that promo, the producer gave me the numbers, and it appears my segments were the lowest in the shows history, well, then I got to thinking about you fans, I have been kissing your damn asses ever since I got here, and now, you turned on me? No, you are not going to turn on Dusty J, because, as of now, im turning on you! And im turning on all those little brats you have, because quite frankly, I never liked you fans anyway! Always demanding something, an autograph, a hug, and I never liked giving you those things, but I did, because people were making me, well, forget the critics, forget the boys in the back, and forget you idiots!
*The fans, by now are throwing all of their popcorn and soda at the stage, where the video is playing.
Now, lets talk about those wrestlers that hang around in the backstage area, they never wanted to hang out with me, they never liked it, all they did was humor me, "That a boy Dusty", "Nice going J", well, now I realize that all of the stuff that they said to me was complete BULLSHIT! Those guys, much like you fans, did not give a damn about what I said, what I did, or how I did it, and im just starting to realize that, I must have been pretty damn blind not to see it before, but now, its all so damn clear to me, your all a bunch of idiots!
And im not gonna let you idiots impact any decisions that I make anymore, so from now on, the wrestling fans, and wrestlers alike, can all KISS MY ASS!
*Dusty then takes out a pack of matches from his back pocket, and then lights the 2 x 4 on fire. He then snickers evily and hurls the 2 x 4 at the camera man.
The camera falls out of his hands, and they both go down, then the video cuts, much to the suprise of the enraged fans in San Antonio.*