The scene opens up as Sean Boyle is seen walking in the backstage area. He has on a pair of ECKO shorts and a Jason Giambi Yankees jersey. His has is backwards as he walks through the hallway, rubbing has hands. As Sean Boyle turns the corner, Cortez Prodigy, TNT's Joke of a Eurasian Champion, comes up to him.
Sean, Sean! Have you heard Jonny Fly is back!?
Sean Boyle: Yeah, I heard about it. So what?
So what? He's like, the best wrestler ever.
Sean Boyle: Who told you that?
Jonny Fly said it himself. He's like the best wrestler alive!
Sean Boyle: You know..we all heard he died. Now he is back. Personally, I couldn't give a damn about Fly. Whether he wanted to lie to make his return all surprizing, or is just a lying piece of shit, it doesn't bother me. Professionally, maybe it's good for the business, but just like Rollin, he'll probably hold down the younger talent like myself. I see he joined Mills and Draconis, he better have back-up.
What! Damn you, how dare you talk about the mighty Jonny Fly!? WHY?!
Sean Boyle: Fuck Jonny Fly. As simple as that.
Sean Boyle just walks away, leaving Cortez with a whole lot of questions.
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Don't play me cause your washed up, lost your spot
Mama say mama sa Macosaca Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me cause we're hot and you're not going at me is the only shot you got
Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac
You can get popped after all that shyt you pop
Boyle lowers the volume and sits in his plush chair. He rubs the back of his head and stares at the camera.
You know, I heard what Daymer had to say on our match and I found it interesting. Before I even start, Daymer, you ain't close to being on of the greatest players to ever face. Maybe I ain't enough to beat you, but I will be able to get a good part of you. You see, this match is an important match to me, it gives me motivation to come and beat your ass. Because, we all know motivation is going to get me more and more excited. But it doesn't matter Daymer, because rught now, you are better than me. I will admit that, but you ain't better than my TNT career.
I'm not going to go into my accomplishments, because I doubt those little shits watching this give a damn about it. You can have all the fucking highlights you want. Be it, jumping off a cell crashing through my opponent, or being powerbombed onto the top of a truck, or putting some loser through four tables. It doesn't freaking matter. I have highlights too, like almost breaking Dante's back with a splash that caused him to go through a table. Or a Final Blow through the top of a cell through 5 tables. Or getting backsuplexed off a truck to the ground, cracking my head open.
We all have highlights, but this Sunday, just like ESPN Sportscenter, I'll have my own "Ultimate Highlight"...where I win my first match in 6 months, against you, and gain a TNT United States title shot. Daymer, Sunday, you'll realize that I can hang with you and battle for your precious title.
Boyle gets up from his chair and walks over to his infamous mini-fridge and grabs a Stewart's Root Beer. He cracks the twist-off off and chucks it on the ground. He takes a big chug and looks back at the camera.
Daymer, what you don't realize is that, the Old Boyle is back. When I say Old Boyle, I do mean Lyricz...in the sense of me co-operating more and appearing more. Not rapping, but focusing on the important parts of wrestling. As Lyricz, I was probably top 6 or 7 most popular, and most valuable to TNT. Now, I ain't shit. But, I will change that. Be it in one week, or spratically. But, rest assure, Sean Boyle is here to stay, which ever one is, he's here to stay. This sunday, you will see the 'ol Boyle. The same Boyle who won the Television Title, who knocked Nic Totopolous SQUARE ON HIS ASS, the man that embarrassed him, returns tomorrow. Now, I know I said before that was Lyricz...but drastic time calls for drastic measures.
There's never a time that I think about going back to Lyricz, but never say never. But I can tell you, that I never want to go back to my losing ways. So that's why this Sunday the dominance of Lyri..erm Sean Boyle, and Jimmy Vetalo will reign supreme. First Daymer...then Mills. Fuck Daymer...Fuck Mills...Fuck the Dynasty. It's like the nWo...everytime you bring it back and add members...you just make it look weaker and weaker. Dynasty are a bunch of weak assed. Mills calls himself the Outlaw...yet he's pairing up with people. Fly fakes his own death just so people can talk him...and Alexi Draconis..who I have the biggest problem with. He gets a fucking injury and that causes the Titans to split. Fuck Fly..Fuck Mills...FUCK YOU ALEXI. Our time will come, when we can meet...like I should've done when I was with you...I should've knocked you on your ass.
Dynasty, Draconis, watch what I do to Daymer tomorrow...you wanna fuck with the Rollers...you'll get the same treatment. Sean Boyle...Jimmy Vetalo...we STRONGER THAN EVER..and you STILL can't beat us. Daymer, I'll see you in the ring.
Boyle walks to the door and exits the room.
After Boyle's run-in with the laughingstock of TNT, he reaches his destination, his lockerroom. He turns the knob and walks in. Boyle closes the door and grabs his MP3 player remote control for his stereo and turns it on. "Doe Ray Me" by Eminem, D12, and Obie Trice hit the speakers.