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Scene One {{.::.The camera comes into view to show a barely lit room. There isn�t any sound at all with the exception of drops of water hitting the floor as just slight shapes can be made out in the back ground. Rather spooky as your not exactly sure what you are looking at just yet until the sound of a few footsteps can be heard in the dark. After a moment the voice of Lance Mikes cuts into the darkness at you perk your ears up to hear his commanding voice speak. It floats through your ears as you hear his words.::.}} You know a lot of people like to talk the talk. And a lot of people like to think that they can walk the walk when it comes down to a pinch. But in reality who really is the best there is? I mean isn�t the word �best� something that is in fact almost impossible to define? I mean how does someone become �The Best� anyway? I mean in a lot of sports or art forms it�s dictated by numbers. Like how many Stanley Cups, how many Super-bowl rings, how much are your paintings worth, how many Grammy's did you get nominated for. I of course always felt that someone who is �The Best� is just a matter of opinion. Actually if you think about it for a moment everything in life is an opinion. I mean I could say that my Father could beat up your father but do I know that? And what if your father did beat up my father, does that mean he�s stronger, faster, smarter? I don�t think so, maybe my Father had a bad day, or maybe a fluke injury. Or maybe I think that my soda is better with ice and you don�t think the same way. It�s all opinion. So how can someone actually with honesty say they�re the best at what they do? I mean those examples aren�t really valid I just said them for the hell of it and because they are in a twisted way a good example although lacking. Could someone consider them the best because they beat someone once? I guess they could very well say that. Although most people wouldn�t exactly be convinced of it. I mean look at the world out there. Who is the best Basket Ball Player in the world? Good question isn�t it, some would say perhaps Michael Jordan because of what he�s done all his career. Some would say that it�s Allen Iverson for example because of what he�s done recently. It�s opinion and if you put Jordan against Iverson I doubt you would get a clear outcome. Or who would be considered the best, the one with more points? Rebounds? Steals? How do you define the word Best? {{.::.The darkness is cut with one spot light that flashes on to show Lance Mikes walking to the right, behind him in a chain linked fence and Lance, wearing a leather jacket that we�ve grown a custom to seeing him in when he�s not in the ring wrestling is walking, not looking at the camera then stops and turns to face the camera.::.}} You know I�ve been walking around for the last 3 years calling myself The Worlds Greatest Athlete. Sounds pretty wild doesn�t it? Who am I to give myself such a name? Of course I didn�t give it to myself. Take a look around the world out there and look at all the names given to the popular and famous? They call Madonna the Queen of Pop, BB King the King of the Blues, James Brown the God Father of Soul. They call Wayne Gretkzy the great one, they call Cal Ripken the Iron Man. Who gave them those names? Not themselves and sure as hell did I not start that name thing. I started to prove that I was the best and everyone caught on that this Lance Mikes guy was actually as good as he looks, sounds, and says he is. I was an arrogant jackass of a wrestler who had the look, the skills and then experience of 9 years in the ring, with a broken neck in my first match and all that did was piss me off. I crawled, clawed and damn near killed myself to get to the top of the mountain and I�ve built myself a castle on the top. Sounds unfair to a lot of people I know, but I know what it�s like to eat in soup halls 5 days a week so I could get at least 1 square meal a day. I know what it�s like to sleep in the back seat of my car, with someone in the front seat because I couldn�t afford a motel room. I know exactly what it�s like to wrestle a match on Saturday afternoon, get my nose broken and have to wrestle 4 hours later or else not get paid. Now people who are afraid that I�ve come here, that I�ve come here to do what I have done in the past and that�s work my ass off and dominate. I know how hard some of you people have worked because I�ve worked just as hard if not harder. I�ve been screwed, I�ve been fired and I�ve been told to lay down more times then I can remember and if I could remember then I�m sure I wouldn�t want to. Wrestling is a hideous business for people who have what it takes but just don�t have the patience to work it all out. There�s a line up of people out there who wonder �Who the Hell does that man think he is, walking in here and getting all the attention� I know what that�s like and I�ve seen it done to myself. Pushed aside for a new person, a big name to take my spot as a legit main event. Did I complain, hell no. What�s the point, you only get yourself buried deeper in the roster. What did I do? I went out there and beat the hell of those guys in the ring in a match instead of sulking at home wondering how the hell did that man get so popular, so famous and so good when all I see is some chump doing nothing new or nothing special on the microphone, or in the ring. Maybe he can talk more then I can, maybe he has a few more moves, maybe he�s had a longer history then I have had right? Or maybe, just maybe you can�t see the actual truth behind it all because you are blinded by jealousy. Sort of a harsh reality but it�s the truth. I know what it�s like to be pushed aside so someone else can get his break. I know what it�s like to have my World title match turned into a triple threat match because some guy signed a contract. I rolled with the punches and I came out on top. bitching, crying and sitting in the corner gets you no where except for buried deep in a pile of shit. Ego�s aren�t worth it until you earn the one that you have. I have an ego, it�s huge I admit it. I come off to a lot of people in the locker room as an asshole or someone who just should be taken out in the street and shot. But so what, I don�t care what people think about me. I�m not in wrestling to make friends, I�ve got plenty of those out there in the world outside of work. Do I care if Derek Daniels or Mark Cha0s or anyone who want to see me laying in the shower bloody after the show is off the air because I had more TV time then they did? No I don�t if they want that TV time then more power to them to get it. The best thing about having someone like a Lance Mikes show up is that I not only help to bring the ratings up on my own. But I often times push people to do one of two things. Firstly I make people want to improve, they want to get that push, they want to victory over that man that just stole all my thunder. Or secondly the people who just can�t handle it, the people who don�t have the motivation quit because they don�t think they have what it takes, and that my friends means they don�t have what it takes. {{.::.Lance then shrugs his shoulders and continues to walk until he stops and the camera zooms out and the spot light gets a little larger to show him standing beside a barrel with a fire burning in it. Lance holds his hands out over the fire to warm up his hands and speaks while he warms them up.::.}} Some people get angry, some get even and some do nothing. All and all I really don�t care what other people do. I make the comments I do and people either brush them off as idiotic when they themselves don�t really grasp what I�m going after. I mean take for instance the last time I came out in front of the cameras and badmouthed someone. I said a few things that were what I could call strange and not things I normally say. Why did I say them? Because I don�t take him seriously. Oh don�t get me wrong, I know that he will no doubt attack me. I know that he wants to beat me and I don�t doubt for a second that he will do whatever he can to become a champion and prove to the world that he�s better then Lance Mikes. I can�t hold that against him. But I honestly am not worried about that man. Because he�s a wannabe. He doesn�t want to be me, but he wants what I have. He wants the respect, he wants to recognition that I get when I walk into a room. Nothing really wrong about that and he�s going about it is a decent enough way. But I have a feeling that he won�t be making his name off of me anytime soon. Derek Daniels might have been and might very well still be a main eventer in EWE. Well good for him, what does he want a cookie? Derek is just another on a long list of men that have signed up for years, people who want to be famous off of a win over Lance Mikes. Of course a loss is a loss and if I lose a match then I am the first to admit it. I mean I�ve seen every trick in the book and I�ve invented a good deal myself so I should see them all coming shouldn�t I. I don�t make excuses and if I lose and in fact when I do lose again I won�t be ashamed and there will be millions of people all around the world that will continue to call me the The Worlds Greatest Athlete. And while a list is forming in the EWE of names like Mark Cha0s, and like Derek Daniels. All people who want to see me laying in a pool of my own blood, all wanting to be standing over me with the ring announcer calling their names out as the winners I am not one bit afraid, not one bit intimidated and I am as confident as I ever have been. I�ve set more examples then are needed. I�ve dominated everywhere I�ve gone and while I could come out and say �then why should EWE be any different� I�m not that stupid. Every federation has it�s own set of challenges. I always said I could beat anyone but did I ever say it would be easy? No I haven�t, i was put threw hell in an Iron Man Match. i was thrown of the top of a Steel Cage and that i have been punished more times then I care to remember. But all these people never beaten me. I�ve been in the ring with men who were twice my size and beaten them. I�ve been in matches that baffle the mind and I always feel I can win. I almost always do and so why am I not afraid of Derek Daniels? Why am I not shaking at the knees when his name is mentioned? Why am I not running and locking myself into the bathroom with his limo arrives at the arena? WHY?! JUST LOOK AT ME! {{.::.Lance moves his hands away from the flames and rubs them together and looks into the camera with a smirk.::.}} Because you know that word I was talking about before, Best? Yes, I am the best. You want proof then show me someone better? Derek Daniels thinks he can beat me, but has he? Can he? Will he? Mark Cha0s said he would win me, that�s a nice thing to say, but has he? Can he? Will he? I�m sure the answer to those little questions from those individuals is yes, yes and yes. But I guess that goes back to the matter of opinion doesn�t it. But I stand here before you in this alley way out for a midnight walk and I stand here a man that isn�t afraid of any man in that locker room. Because I have done it all in my 11 years and have another 11 years left in me. I�ve taken my beatings and I�ve paid my dues ten times over and when I hear some jack ass punk like Derek Daniels or a self centered curtain jerker like Mark Cha0s come out and trash talk me I have nothing else to do but laugh in their faces and poke fun at them in the most silly ways because that�s what I feel about them. Hell they got talent, but like I told you before, Talent and a bus ticket can get you across town. What happens when they step up to bat? Will they strike out or will they hit a home run? Well I got a 100 mile and hour fast ball and a hell of a curve and I�ve put a lot of people away. Maybe that was another strange allusion to something else or another metaphor, oh no figures of speech, I think I hurt Derek�s head again! {{.::.Lance walks away from the flaming barrel and starts to walk again some more until he comes to a pile of boxes, news paper and various other piles of junk and trash.::.}} I look at people like Derek and Mark like a pile of junk. It�s there, it�s hard not to notice it but you only clean it up if it�s necessary to keep on going. I�m sure that they would love it if I thought more or them. Thought that they were a challenge that I wanted to see if I could push myself to really shine and prove them wrong for a change. But I sadly don�t have anything to prove. They might think so. I�m sure that Mr Dynamic thinks that since this is �his year� that I�ve got to prove that I am The Worlds Greatest Athlete. But what�s the point really? I mean I�d whip that man so badly that his mother would run away in horror. Well maybe not that badly and I bet that Mr. Dynamic would put up a hell of a fight, and he and myself would have a match for the fans to remember for along long time, but in the end the result is the same, I win the match, Derek loses and it�s another happy ending for me and a bitter disappointment for the young up and comer who thought that he could nip at the heels of the true great ones of the business. But wait, I�m not finished yet I have come prepared here, just a second. {{.::.Lance bends down and reaches into some of the trash and produces a stick, about the size of a baseball bat but with the classic addition of barbed wire. A standby for just about any death match and no doubt we will see plenty of barbed wire attacked to sticks in the month to come. He holds the weapon up and picks some papers out of the razor sharp claws of the weapon and give it a look. He runs his finger over one of the barbes and pulls it away after it grazes his skin, it is obviously very sharp and could easily cut anyone without proper protection.::.}} Opinions are a great thing, and while everyone�s is valid, I really only care about a select few. I care about what the fans in the crowd think and myself. I stand here the best. I am The Human Hype, The Worlds Greatest Athlete and for the record that is my opinion and a hell of a lot of other people�s as well, and there is 1 other man in the EWE that is about to learn that the hardest way of all when I have that EWE title slung over my shoulder with blood pouring down my face, a bloody smile across my lips and all I will have to say is that I am The Human Hype, The Worlds Greatest Athlete. {{.::.Lance places the barbed wire weapon down on the ground and starts to walk out of the alley way the way he came back in, he is walking quicker then he was before as he�s reached the barrel of fire already and stops once more to turn to the camera. Lance heads out as the camera pulls back to show him exiting the alley way out into the street where Lance makes a turn into the dark of night and the camera fades to black.::.}} ][END TRANSMISSION][ |