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[Opponent: The Icon] [Match: Singles Match] [Record: Better Than Yours!] //Thoughts Running Through My Head// Woow a new guy that likes to run his mouth... Now where haven't I seen that before. It happens all the time, they come and run their mouth and then write a cheque their ass can't cash.. get their asses handed to them and there off to a bad start.. something that is going to happen to.. The Icon because he is messing with the single greatest superstar in UWF at the moment. //Thoughts Running Through My Head// ;;Scene One;; The scenes open in a locker room, not
the one we usually see Lance Mikes in. This is somewhat smaller than his, a
little more tackier and a place where wrestlers who can't wrestle should be
chilling out in. Ya know the ones that don't know when to shut their mouths.
Lance is sat down on the seat and begins to talk. Lance stands up from the seat and brushes the dust of his shoulders. He smirks a little, looks towards the camera shaking his head. Lance Mikes; You compared me to Bret Hart? First and for most.. Icon.. I'm nothing like that waste of space, i'm nothing like Bret Hart. I'm far more talented, but then again who isn't? I'm far more athletic and definately far more good looking. Now you wanna go out and bring back old memories about Owen Hart? How low can one go.. to get some attention around here.. and if that wasn't low enough you tried to "take over" the bosses office whiles he was on vacation... I mean come on dude.. Seriously.. how low can you stoop.. to get attention... I mean if it means that much to you why don't you just hire some camera men to follow you around and take pictures and film you, you know like.. Johnny Nitro and Melina. Secondly... Icon.. whether or not Ray Mikes makes a comeback or not.... he would wipe the floor with your ass, probably not as much as i'm going to do at Adrenaline but he would beat your ass.. because he has been training with me, hell it was my brother Ray you taught me most of what I know and then the rest.. well I taught myself. He shrugs and then walks towards the door. He turns back and takes a paper out of his pocket.... written on it is 'From Yours Truly' with his signature underneath it. He places the piece of paper on the table and smiles walking off and opening the door. He walks out as the cameras follow him. He closes the door and begins to walk down the hallways. He eventually finds his locker room and goes inside. The camera following him in. He turns to face the camera as he stands near the couch. Lance Mikes; Now this.. this is something you can call a locker room, unlike that dirty, filthy, janitors closet we just came from. Now.. this is more my style, leather couch. Nice table with food ready to eat. This is the life style of a true champion, a true hero.. this is the life style of... The Worlds Greatest Athlete. Now.. Icon.. you really must be stupid if you even think for a second, which I know you do, that you can beat me, Yours Truly, at Adrenaline. I mean i'm far more talented than you, far better in the ring, I'm.. The Best There Is, The Best There Was... AH FUCK IT! I'M THE BEST PERIOD! He sits down on his black leather couch and he puts his arms up on the back and relaxes as the camera positions it self facing him. Lance Mikes; Delusions? You think I have delusions about defeating you? No.. they're more like moments from the future, ya know... like when it happens it'll be deja vu.. a premonition so to speak. Icon.. Icon.. ah.. You're name describes something.. that I am, something that you are NOT and something you never will be in this industry. You want to know why? WHY?! JUST LOOK AT ME! He takes his arms off the back of the couch and sits up looking towards the camera. He then kicks the camera as we begin to see static. |