Inside the GWA arena, the lights go out. The crowd begins to whisper to those around them about what may be happening. Suddenly, Dope “Debonaire” hits as the lights start flashing purple. The crowd boos, remembering Scotty Page’s music from Shock Effect last Wednesday. Gray smoke rises in front of the entrance, and through that smoke steps none other than “Main Event” Scotty Page, followed by his manager Jeff Parker. Page stops at the top of the ramp. He holds his arms in the air and soaks in the crowd’s response to him with a cocky smile on his face. After a few seconds, he begins to make his way down the aisle to ringside. He’s wearing his normal ring attire with a Scotty Page T-shirt that features Page standing in a spotlight on the front and the words “Now That’s Entertaining!” on the back. He climbs the steps and and slowly enters the ring as Parker follows. Page jumps up onto the second turnbuckle and begins to pose for the crowd. The crowd begins booing even louder, and a few “You Suck” chants start up. Page stops smiling and yells a certain four-letter expletive, followed by “you”, to the crowd. He jumps down and walks over to another corner. He leans over the ropes and gets a microphone from a crew member. Scotty waits politely for a few seconds for the crowd to quiet down, however they don’t. They continue to boo him. By this time, his music has stopped and the lights have returned to normal. Page waits about fifteen more seconds, then his patience wears out}}}

[::Scotty Page::] Listen up you filthy trash, I’m going to say this one time and one time only. I am Scotty F’n Page, and when I’m in the ring, when I’ve got a mic, when I’m on camera... the entire planet stops. This world revolves around me and me alone. I am Mr. Ratings. I am Mr. Wednesday Night. I am the Hardcore Icon. I am the Lethal Injection of Total Perfection and above all else... I am too good to be disrespected by losers like you. This... this right here is why I didn’t want to come to the GWA. I mean, come on... New Jersey?! This is America’s armpit for cryin’ out loud! Who in the blue hell would actually want to live here?! Since the moment I got here, I’ve gone through sixteen pairs of shoes because they keep getting ruined by your grimy, disgusting streets! I shower seven times a day, and I still can’t get the New Jersey stench off me! It’s awful! It’s a travesty! When Mr. Jones and Mr. Laveno suggested I come here, I just about spit in their faces for even suggesting I come to a hellhole like this. However, Jeff here... he convinced me that this would be good for my career... and by golly, it has. I mean, my very first Shock Effect appearance and already I’m on my way to that World Heavyweight Championship. Why you ask? Why should Scotty Page get a shot and not someone with more experience... more respect? Well let me lay one thing down for each and every one of the haters in Jersey tonight. Guys like Angel... Blaze... Soldier..... even Cash, they’re good. They’re great. They’re awesome even. But they are not “Main Event” Scotty Page. It doesn’t matter who you are or what you’ve done, you’ll never be at the level I’m at, be it physically, mentally... whatever. Jeff, Jeff...

{{{Page turns toward his agent, Jeff Parker}}}

[::Scotty Page::] You got the answer to that math problem we worked out yesterday?

{{{Parker reaches into his jacket and pulls out a folded up piece of paper. He unfolds it, and hands it to Page}}}

[::Scotty Page::] Thank you Jeff. Okay, now, we went through this like... three, four times and got the same answer every time, so I’m very confident it’s right. We took added up the talent of every GWA wrestler, averaged that to the average talent of non-GWA wrestlers, then subtracted the total from how talented I am. The results? Ladies and gent... er... greaseballs and cheap whores, I am at least 27.341 times better than any GWA wrestler there is now or ever will be. It’s a fact.

{{{Page hands the paper back to Parker}}}

[::Scotty Page::] What’s this all about? Simply put, it doesn’t matter if none of you think I’ve earned the right to fight for that title. It doesn’t matter if you don’t think I’ve paid my dues. Bottom line, I didn’t have to earn it... I was made for it. I was made to be a World Champion. I was formed in God’s hands for one purpose... and that is to make each and every man, woman, and child that comes near me humble themselves to the knowledge that they aren’t worth their weight in jelly beans compared to me. I’m more than just another GWA superstar. I’m a champion of epic proportions. I’m the measuring stick for what greatness really is. I am wrestling’s equivalent to the Holy Grail. And it’s about time you all learn that. Why? Because sooner or later, once that GWA World Heavyweight Championship is wrapped around my waist... you won’t have a choice but to accept it as what it is... reality in its truest form. Which brings me to this Wednesday night. This Wednesday, live on Shock Effect, I take my first step on my road to Blackjack Brawl where I will become the first ever GWA World Champion. And that first step? Beating that inbred hick Jimmy. Now, I have a very serious problem with this match. I’m actually going into it scared. I mean, have you seen how dirty this man is?!! He’s gotta be crawling with germs... and disease... yuck! I can’t stand even thinking about it! However, because I am determined to be your World Champion... the “People’s Champion” if you will... I will suck it up and give him the fight of his life. His life mind you... not mine. I won’t even break a sweat in there. I mean, please... Jimmy?! Seriously, wrestling Jimmy is like picking up your dog’s.... fecal matter. You hate to do it, and it’s gross, but after it’s over, you realize it wasn’t hard at all. At least that’s what I’m told. Obviously I have people that do things like that for me... Scotty P. Nonetheless, I advise each and every one of you to circle August 25, 2004 on your calendars, because this Wednesday night will mark the beginning of the Main Event Era in the GWA. After everyone sees me in the ring, you’re gonna hear some new sounds you never thought you’d hear. “Tammarico? Laveno? Angel? Who are they?” That’s right. As far as I’m concerned, this match on Shock Effect is just a formality. Jimmy’s not going to know what hit him... and neither will any of you. You boo me, thinking I’m just another cocky prick who talks big but runs from a real fight... and you’re wrong. More wrong than you’ll ever understand. But that’s okay... I’ll you all see for yourselves Wednesday. I’ll let you look at Jimmy’s lifeless body, maimed and bloodied beyond recognition, and then tell me if I’m the real deal or not. Whether you love me or hate me, you’re going to have to accept the simple truth that I am in all facets of life better than you. You can accept it now, or you can accept it later, but you can’t run from it forever. As far as Jimmy goes... if he has to die to accept how real and unquestionable I am, well... that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to take. Now That’s Entertaining!

{{{“Debonaire” picks up again and the fans boo. Page throws down the mic as Parker holds the ropes open for him. Page steps through the ropes and jumps to the floor. Parker follows right behind. Page smiles arrogantly and taunts the crowd on his way back up the ramp}}}

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