The scene opens up inside of a lockerroom. The room is all dark except for blue light coming from the back of the room. The blue light is reflecting off of...High Roller member Sean Boyle. He has a look on his face that is half smile...half content. All of a sudden the door opens and light engulfs the room. The lights in the room come on as we see Jimmy Vetalo standing next to the door, staring a whole through Sean Boyle.
What the FUCK are you doing?
I'm not doing an-an-anything. I'm uhm...re-researching on Daymer.
Vetalo walks around to where Boyle is, as Boyle minimizes his current screen. Vetalo gives Boyle a scare and takes control of the mouse. He maximizes the window as we see Boyle playing CARDS on the computer. He's playing gin as he needs a 3 or 6 of hearts to get Gin.

Vetalo exits the screen and pushes the computer over.
What the fuck man?
Shut up Sean. You know, we let you join High Rollers because we thought you had talent and could win. Yet, you are WINLESS since you joined us, and about 10 matches before that. So, you better shape up, or I will ship you out. There's millions of wrestlers who I'd love you have in High Rollers, but I picked you because you are different.
We picked you?
Yes, Rollin and I. But Rollin ain't here anymore. So it's me and you, you and I that have to go in this full force. I don't want to see you screw around and play computer games. You haven't won in about 5 months. Boyle, I know, you know, TNT knows that, that ain't who you are.
Who am I then?
You are Sean Boyle. You are the man that held the Television Championship for 6 months. You are the man that embarrassed Nic Totopolous by beating him out of his chair.
No, that was Lyricz. I am Sean Boyle, two different people. Two different careers.
Well, Sean, start proving it. Prove Sean Boyle is for real and not just a phony. Prove you still got what it takes, beat Daymer at Mayhem, and you get a shot at his United States title. Well, I gotta go and handle some plans for Katrina, you better do something better with your time than play stupid ass computer games.
With that Vetalo leaves the locker room as Sean Boyle is standings rubbing the back of his head. The door closes as Boyle walks to his couch and sinks into it as he falls backwards. He extends his right leg on the couch, as he keeps the right one bent. He puts his right hand over his eyes, nose, and mouth.
Every week I come out and say this is the week I will finally win a match. For the last five fucking months I've been saying it. Well, I ain't going to say it this time. Maybe, I jinxed it every other time. But, whatever the case may be, I still lost. But, this week I get the man I lost to last week, Sean Daymer. But I do know your moves. You are both a powerhouse and a technician. I know I'm going to have to be on the look for the sitout Powebomb, which is nowhere near my Final Blow. Also you have a deadly spinebuster and sharpshooter. German suplex from the Top Rope? Wow, you must be talented.
But, let me ask you something...do you think I give a damn? No, I don't. You can bring your arsenal of moves to Mayhem this Sunday, but that won't prove a damn thing. Because, my moves are more lethal. Once I hit the Drop Off, it's over. Payback will be a bitch, but all sins will be forgiven once you receive your payoff. You see Daymer, my moves far surpass your moves. But, you think you can go 2-0 vs. me? You wanna add to my losing ways?
Boyle picks his hands off his face and puts it behind his head.
Sean, there's nothing I'd like more than to have your United States Championship, well maybe a G-d damn win. But, taking your belt away from you would be like Christmas for me. But we ain't talking about the title match just yet, I just have to beat you. But, if you think it will be that hard to do it, you gotta be kidding. I don't know a damn thing about you, but that doesn't phase me bit.
Daymer, the time is just 59 or so hours away. Sunday Night Mayhem, the date the streak finally ends. It's no Joe DiMaggio streak, or Barry Bonds' streak, or even Mark McGwire...but it's still a streak. This sunday, I will have finally ended my losing streak. It's somewhere from 10-15 losses. Daymer, bring your A-Game, hell you could defeat me with your D game, but it's a new Boyle. I'm not longer going to get embarassed and annihilated week in and week out.
Boyle finally stands up and sits on the arm rest on the couch.
Vetalo was right. I'm Sean Boyle, damnit. I should win matches constantly, and I should prove I am worthy of being a High Roller. Sunday, I will win a match for the first time in a long time. I will win convincingly as the entire High Rollers family and the rest of TNT to prove that I am on the cornerstone of the business and I am the on track to become one of the best of all time. Daymer, bring all you, got because you're going to realize I am the real "Sean" of TNT and I will always be.
I'm sick and tired of arriving to work unhappy. This week I prove I belong here cme sunday, Daymer will realize that he can not hang with the big boys of TNT. Realize, that he doesn't belong here. Daymen, there's only room for one Sean, and that's me. You wanna walk around with your shiny belt. You better polish it and keep it fresh, because in a couple of days, maybe weeks, I will take your title belt, and there's nothing you and I could do. The NEW Boyle is here. I'll prove he's here to stay, on Sunday.
What that Boyle gets up off the couch and exits the room.