...Hello?
Joe are you up?
Josh, I swear...do you have any idea what time it is?
Five 'til four.
Yes, so why the hell are you calling me?
Because you told me to last night.
I did?
After your confrontation with Stryfe, then after you finally managed to get the contract signed, you told me you wanted to get up early to train for your next match since you wanted the ring rust off.
You're my manager now, and that's cool, but you're taking your job a little too seriously. I had a wake-up call set for around eight or nine.
Sorry boss. I'll call back?
No point in that, I'm already up. I don't think any gyms would be open right now though.
No, but I managed to tell the people at this local place who you were and they said you could have private access to it until it opens. You're still as popular as you were.
Fine, fine...let me get myself awake and I'll meet you over there.
Joe turns off his cell phone and sits up, holding his head. Celebratory hangover from the success of a new contract.
It's close to an hour later and Joe is at the gym. He is let in by the manager who asks for an autograph and gets one, even though Joe is nowhere near in the mood to be handing them out. A camera catches all this and then with some quick movement is right up in Joe's face.
What the hell is this?
A voice is heard from far behind the camera.
Apparantly they wanted your thoughts on your match, and sent out a camera guy to get them.
I am way too hung over for this...
Joe moves over to the weights. He sits on the bench and takes off his shades and sets them aside. He looks into the camera.
I suppose you're not leaving until you do your job. Fine.
His leather jacket is next to hit the floor, soaking wet. Probably ruined, but it doesn't seem Joe cares. He stares into the camera again.
It appears there are some doubters, some non-believers, if you will, who think Joe Cool isn't legit. You see, I had an altercation with this guy..Stryfe, I believe his name is. All my loyal fans, what we have here is another case of someone doubting me, and me having to prove them wrong. It's almost trivial nowadays to think there are still people like that, but it's just a punk kid who's mouth is going to run him into trouble. Stryfe, I did manage to pick up some of your comments when I left. I don't care. Because while people like your opponent this week may be scared of you, I am not. You don't concern me. You know why? You're not the World Champion. And until you hold that belt, you won't ever concern me. I'm after two people. Khristian Call and Marissa Russo, who hold the top two belts.
And let's face it Stryfe, you're not either one of them. So talk all you want, because before, during and after we ever meet, all you are is talk in my eyes. Do you have any idea what I could do to you? I've ended careers. I'm not proud of it, but I've disabled knees to the point where the guys who used them weren't able to wrestle again. Of course I was really, really mad then.
But I'm not fighting Stryfe this week. I'm sure I will at some point, and when I do I will make him tap like I do everyone else. This week, I'm fighting Stevie Stiles. The brother of a guy named Edward Stiles. I don't know either one of them. Maybe I should, who knows. Stevie, I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into. Unlike the Adrenaline preview suggests, I'm not here to impress anyone. I'm not here to prove myself to anyone. I've said why I'm here. I suppose to do that I have to impress the right people, but that's not my motive. Stevie Stiles, I don't know you, all I know is that you're smaller than me and you're my opponent. How unfortunate. You're not going to like what happens out there Stevie. Sad to say but it's true. I'm going to dismantle you. I'm going to leave you wishing you had a different opponent that night. Although Stevie, I'm not saying you're worthless. Like I said before, I don't know you. The only thing I know about you is that your name is a good example of aliteration. I do hope you provide me with some competition. But I don't have my hopes up. Stiles, be prepared for Monday. I already am. But I'm not telling you anything, that you don't already know.