::The sold out FanFare arena is waiting in anticipation of the first ever new era of Fanfare. They giant screen flickers and a door can be seen. The camera pans up and you see a sign that says Owner. The cameraman opens the door and enters and you see a wood grain desk with a main sitting behind it. He is sitting in a swivel chair with his back to the camera. The camera zooms in closer and you can see the white doo rag the man is wearing. He appears to have a black Fanfare hat on top of the doo rag. The chair then spins around quickly and Daniel Wylde places both his hands on his desk and leans forward. He gets a smirk on his face and then begins to speak::
-The Owner- Daniel Wylde: Ha, I always wanted to do that. Now you see, I have no idea what makes everyone boo me. I've done nothing but good for this company. This whole thing got started because Steve was in a bad mood...I mean I didnt feel like coming out from the back and wrestling some jobber so what did I do? I came out to the ring to personally explain to you people the reason for my actions. But the next thing I know "Headstrong" is playing over the speakers and out comes Steve all pissed off. So after I put the boots to him I see that I am to wrestle him for the ownership of this company. And as you can see, folks, the best man won. I made Steve tap. And then what did I do to make all of you hate me? I take some of the money that has come from you people paying to see our shows, that by the way, was sitting in Steve's room so he could swim in it...and I cut a check and bought out IWI. Now would you look at this...ASW has two shows for your enjoyment, blood on one, TNA on the other. What more could you people ask for. I mean, from my mind, I created a Panties match for you people...two hotties have to rip eachothers bra off to win...and Britney Spears is one of the competitors. Apparently a lot more because you ungrateful b*stards keep booing me.
::Daniel stands up from his chair. He looks around and walks over to a couch. He sits down the the couch and starts eating from a plattter that has many different types of fruits on it. He reaches over to a mini-fridge and graps teh handle with his right hand. He then pulls the door open and grabs a Pimp Juice energy drink. He opens it up and takes a drink. He sets it down on the table and as he pops a grape into his mouth begisn to talk again::
-The Owner- Daniel Wylde: Now, what was it, 3 hours after I won the ownership...this weird bastard Keith comes walking out to the ring crying, whining, moaning...
::Makes a whiny voice::
-The Owner- Daniel Wylde: "I hate you, Im gonna kick your ass, give my friend Steve his job back!"
::goes back to normal voice::
-The Owner- Daniel Wylde: You see something Keith...I didnt start this...so dont b*tch at me. Now you think your dragon roars and druids can scare me...well your wrong. I am not scared of anyone...or anything. Besides, you are reminding me a little of someone...I dunno...you just give off this vibe like you work at a mortuary.
::Dan shudders a bit then smirks and begins to laugh as he leans forward slightly. He breathes in and takes another dirnk of his energy drink as he begins to speak again::
-The Owner- Daniel Wylde: Hey, come to think of it the last thing I saw of you was not that long ago. Was that Paul Bearer or The Penguin that came waddling down the aisle with you? No...Im just playin Paul...glad to see you are here....but I got a couple questions for you. I mean, damn Paul, you got another kid it seems...how does a man in the shape that you are in manage to hook up with so many weirdos. I mean I gotta hand it to you...I remember seein you sons The Undertaker, Kane, and now Keith...you kinda fell off with the naming towards the end..dont you think? Anyways...another question I had...It seems that the urn you've been carrying looks a little familiar...how many of those do you own and do you get them confused? Ha, well frankly Keith, I think your are running out of ideas.
::Daniel stands up and leans back cracking his back. He stretches his right arm across his body and then stretches his left arm across. He turns from left to right stretching and then begins to talk again::
-The Owner- Daniel Wylde: Oh, I believe I remember you telling me that you could beat me and I would have to give the company back to Steve....but If I beat you...you have to do whatever I say....this is going to be fun. And another thing I would like to touch on before I kick this camera crew outta my private office is the match. You see...I believe it is you Keith who is afraid of me...I mean I make a challenge with a type of match right up your ally...Casket Match. So I think your latest rant about what type of match you want is just because you know I wont accept it. I want you in a Casket Match...thats it and thats all. I mean your just making shit up now...I mean Hell In a Firey Cell Zip You Opponent Up In A BodyBag Match....come on be real. The Casket Match is old school...entertaining and your gonna have to do a whole hell of a lot more than shove me into the ropes and catch my shoelace on fire to win this one. I'm not gonna get into the details about how I will beat the hell out of you Keith...Im saving that for a later time...so to Keith and all of the fans. You can hate me now...but by the end of the show...you'll all be loving your new owner.
::Daniel smirks and takes another grape inbetween his fingers and places it into his mouth. He then walks over to his desk and sits behind it. He looks and sees the camera is still on and gives it the finger. The camera turns off leaving the screen black::
