Ladies and Gentlemen:
the reason for you being here
the reason that keeps you living

"Listen to advice and accept instruction, that you may gain wisdom for the future. Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of “ the messiah” that will be established."

[ The scene opens at Café –Club Fais Do-Do, established 1978. This Café is one of the most recognized places to eat in all of New York. How could you agree otherwise? Their hot wings alone are worth the trip. With that being said, the setting now opens up inside of the most renowned Café in all of New York. Inside, cigarette smoke pollutes the atmosphere, creating almost a cloud of toxins at certain tables, mostly in the smoking section. Around the corner, past a group of African Americans enjoying a nice meal, sits one man, and one man only. This individual holds a mug of beer to his mouth, and slowly drinks down a little smidgen, just enough for a refreshing sigh. He places the mug back down on the table, and then just places both of his arms on the table, and crosses them, almost as if he was waiting for something to arrive. As we draw nearer to him, we can see his physical features. This man slightly drunk after drinking several shots of whiskey, and a few beer chasers, wears a black baggy pair of DNKY jeans, and a new WeWA Ric Righteous tee-shirt, which says on the front, “Cashing the Check, your mouth just bounced” and on the back “LIVE IT, LOVE IT, LEARN IT!” His hair is short, wavy and black. You can plainly see the most recognized physique in wrestling today.

All of the sudden, a waitress arrives with a plate in her hand, and a stand for the plate in the other hand. She sets the stand down and unfolds it, and them promptly places the tray on the stand. She then reaches for one of the three plates , and then places it down on the table, and then places the other two across from the original plate. From what we can see, dozens upon dozens of hot wings are present, and probably make around the number of sixty or so ( thirty per plate of course). On each of the three plates, two sticks of celery and one cup of bleu cheese dressing remain. The waitress leaves, and then as soon as Ric Righteous looks down at the meal which he is about to eat, he speaks to us all. ]

Righteous : SON OF A BITCH…BURPPPPPPPP… THESE ARE THE GREATEST HOT WINGS I’VE EVER LAID MY EYES ON!!!! Oh I’m sorry folks, I just get kind of excited when I eat the wings at this place. Kind of reminds me the excited look upon your faces when he see me in person. Its always nice to be in the company of the very best the world has to offer. Anyway, I’m sure you are all wondering why I am talking to you all on television right now. Well to be quite honest, I wanted to show those people who have been sleeping under a rock for the past few months and do not know me what I am all about. You see, if it is one thing I have learned throughout my tenure in professional wrestling, it is that first impressions ALWAYS, let me repeat that, ALWAYS make or break a career. Let’s take a look at that television show “Lost”. You know, that reality show that joined the long list of NBC failures? Let me explain to you why it was a failure in the first place. One, it made a pretty shitty impression on all of the people who watched the first show. Two, it was just another lame reality show that has already been done. And three, there was no sex or violence. As we all know, in order to be a successful television show, you must include all three of those things, and if you don’t believe me, then I guess you have never heard of NYPD Blue. But anyway, back to the issue at hand.

Why am I wasting my time, and bullshitting around about modern day television shows, when I could be devouring delectable hot wings? Simply because this can contribute to how the game of wrestling is played. You see, if you want to make it in this business, then your first impression is going to have to be a good one. You’re going to have to make such an impression, that people all over this fucking free world will be talking about it for centuries to come. Now, did Duncan Aries make this kind of impression? The answer; no he did not. Duncan Aries made the stupid decision to go ahead and do everything which he was told not to do, so I expect him to slowly fall out from this business in about a month, maybe even sooner, due to his own stupidity.

[Righteous chomps on some of the wing he had in his hands, and then places it back down on the plate. Righteous seems to be almost choking on the high degree of spiciness that came from the hot wing, and as he gags and coughs, he grabs his mug of beer. Chug, chug, chug, chug, *refreshing sigh*. Righteous drinks some of the beer, and then coughs one final time, while wiping away some of the tear that came out of his eyes. Righteous grabs a piece of celery and dips it into the bleu cheese, and the bites into the stick. As he chomps away, Righteous continues speaking. ]

Righteous: Forgive me, they were a bit...hot, like my career. Anyway, what was I saying? Ah yes, now I remember. Originality, and more importantly showmanship. That is the next matter it takes to become the best in this business. You see, “Lost” on NBC was killed before it even started. You know why? Guaranteed, that when you saw the advertisements for this damn show, about three quarters of you people out there automatically said, “AWWW GAWD-DAMMIT, ANOTHER REALITY SHOW? WHAT’S NEXT?!? PISS-IN-MY-MOUTH HERMAN ISLAND?!? HOSTED BY BOB BARKER!?”. Okay, maybe that’s what I said, but I am positive most of you people out there said something to that effect. You see, just like “Lost”, Duncan Aries lacks originality, so therefore his “I will beat Ric Righteous, or no one expects me to win, or the I’m the new breed of up and coming wrestle” routine is already the death of his career. Sorry bud, I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but someone in this god damn business had to step up with enough balls and say what is absolutely true.

Finally, the sex and violence factor. Can anyone tell me, that violence and sex do not sell? No, you cannot, and even if you do, you are probably on high dosages of crack and PCP and have no idea who you are. You see, the reason why ’Lost” never made it anywhere, is because… well, there were no hmm-hmms, and tah-tahs. Well, sure there were some… BUT THEY WERE
COVERED WITH ABOUT FIVE LAYERS OF FUCKING CLOTHING!!! You may say are you some kind of freak? I’m just a 100% much better than your above average man, then again, doesn’t the average guy want a little Tits & Ass every now and then, but that’s besides the damn point! My point is, some people never do anything to grab the average mans attention. I have Sexy Sasha. She can turn a homosexual into a heterosexual. And me, I just look damn good. You’d think I was Tom Jones or Luke Cambell from Too Live Crew, the way the ladies throw the panties at me when I walk down that aisle. And if batee wants the federation to be hardcore then you think the fans want to hear whining and bitching about why you lost or how you think you deserves better competition. JESUS MARY MOTHER OF JOSEPH!!! Doesn’t some of these pathetic morons, starting with Duncan Aries realize people would find him more entertaining if he talked about how badly he wants to rip someone’s spleen out from their body? This boy just plainly sucks, and that’s all there is to it. If he is the new breed, I made have made a mistake retiring a few of the old breed.

Righteous: Now that I have simplified this issue for all of you suffering bastards out there, let me conclude this fine evening. The WeWA is the most prestigious federation there is, bar none. If any of you people out there,,(this is for you fans and wrestlers out there) , think for one goddamn second that I am going to sit here at the bottom on the fucking barrel, and fight pathetic two-pump chumps such as Duncan Aries, for the rest of my god forsaken career, then you’ve got another thing coming. I plan on destroying these card opening fuckers, getting rid of those time wasters and stay at the top looking down on all you little people. I’m way too fucking cagey to ever be caught down in the bowels of the WeWA basement, not to mention talented, and as many of you already know, I will lash out irrationally at anything that comes my way. I once punched Johnny Wilson right in his face in the 3rd grade cause he stole my fucking cream sickle, and I will do the same to Mr. batee,if he continues not to recognize greatness and treat me as such. I am the WeWA, damnit..burp…

Righteous: Two or three weeks ago the whole world saw me dismantle the so called 'Mile High Monster' Obsidian, in a match in which was supposed to be competitive. NOT! So what does Mr. Batee do? He books me in a match against Duncan Aries. After all, what better way to get back at a man who beat the hell out of a Hall of Fame member. A former World Champion. Beat on everyone whom he has sent my way mercilessly, whether it be Obsidian, James Jones, Simon King, whoever. It did not matter, I will beat on anyone who just happens to across the ring from me on any given night. Now he has me against this scum from MCW. Seems kind of funny since last week I proved beyond a shadow of a doubt a doubt once again that Ric Righteous is Simply The Best. Batee knows this, so why the scrub Duncan Aries? Is it be nice to an MCW moron month? Or maybe your just testing me to see if I will have a let down, but I don't think you works that way. In fact, I'm DAMN SURE Batee doesn't work that way against me, he knows I don't take nights off...EVER. But the referee, now that's another subject.

Duncan Aries, funny how we are meeting this week, after I have just once again defeated a man who everyone USED to measure themselves against. When I say USE, I mean before Ric Righteous. Then again when you have a bunch of stiffs to compare yourself too, all Obsidian had to do was breath in order to get noticed. All Obsidian was, is and ever will be is a bag of hot air. I said this before I faced Obsidian, and I will say it once again OBSIDIAN IS NOW AND WILL FOREVER BY MY BITCH! He has never beaten me, lord knows that loser sure has tried, but contrary to what propaganda will come out of his mouth, he has never come close. For the umpteenth time in a row, I just Cashed the Check, your mouth just bounced Obsidian, LIVE IT, LOVE IT, LEARN IT.

Now back to Duncan Boy. What you are going against is pound for pound, the best wrestler in the business. Should you be worried? Yes. Am I confident in my abilities? Yes. Not only that, I go out and prove myself inside the squared circle. Do I know that I can beat Duncan Aries? Yes. Do I think there's a chance that he'll beat me? There's always a chance for anything, even if it is a snowball's chance in hell. Am I going to give it one hundred and ten percent in this match? Yes, I'm not about to let you off with an easy win. Can you honestly say that you're ready for me? I don't think so. You can go against high-flyers, brawlers, drunks, powerhouses, and everything in between, but you've never gone against someone with the skill of Ric Righteous. How can you say that you can really be prepared for me, when all you've seen of me is a fraction of what I'm capable of? How can you say that you're going to be making me pay , when you know that you're just one step away from being locked in your own private Sanctuary? Hell Duncan, I'm going to stay way I am and not going to make any excuses here. I'm taking you to your limit at Dance with Devil, and I wouldn't be surprised if I take you over the edge.

Why am I so confident? Maybe it's a sudden rush that I got for making another so called 'Legend' once again get pinned at my expense. Will I stop there? Hell no. Duncan Aries, I've got no problem with you, but you just happen to be standing on the other side of the ring on Dance with the Devil, and if you ask around, that's the last place you really want to be when you're just coming back from... whatever the hell you're coming back from. Oh well... everyone has their blonde moments, it's just too bad that Duncan Aries are permanent? Seriously, I'm curious here... I don't see any logic in your reasoning. Too bad though... I don't see anyone's logic anymore... all I see is people wanting to try to stop me, but really knowing that they can't Duncan Aries just happens to be the next in that line, but Aries, I'm going to let you in on a little secret right now... I don't know if this'll get through to you, due to your one brain cell already working on remembering the whole 'Breathe in, Breathe out' thing. Here you go Duncan... Nothing's gonna stop this train. Now that you know that, it's up to you to figure out what you'll do with the information. I mean, really, what can you do? You could stand in my way and just get taken apart completely, like everyone's starting to realize that I can do, or you could play it smart and call in sick that day, or perhaps play a game of hooky from work, or even just lay down... Ah hell, who am I kidding, Duncan and smart in the same sentence? I swear, the things that happen in this world. Duncan, all you know about me is what you've seen on TV about me, and that's already more than you can really handle.

Righteous: So what about me? What am I doing to get ready for this match? The same damn thing I do each time... train for it, study old tapes of my opponents, and well, get ready to rip them apart. I've got no problem adjusting my style to your antics Righteous. I've got no problem shattering your ankle or tearing apart your shoulder just so you can't do your 'famous' clothesline. Hell, I'm thinking just tear that knee the f*ck apart just so you can't walk, because that'd save a lot of people a lot of time. Who really wants to listen to another boring Duncan Aries interview? Who wants to waste twenty minutes of their lives listening you. Fool, don't you know if God were a wrestler he'd be Ric Righteous? Seriously, who wants to sit through that torture when they could be out shoveling their driveway, or making their dinner, when you insist on putting them through the hell of listening to you bitch and complain for twenty minutes of THEIR time? Why do you do it Duncan? Why do you think that you're all that and a bag of chips, giving yourself the right to kill other people's brain cells so they've got just as many as you. Really, who can stand listening to your pathetic ass going off about who you're allegedly better than. I could start on how many people I've crippled, and what good would it do me? Not a damn bit of good. The past is just that ... it's the past, and no matter how hard you try, you aren't going to bring yourself back to the spotlight by talking ad naseum about how you were once great. Geez I'm sure after you checked out my promo that I'm about to be put down by someone that has the mental capacity of a rock, that I'm a fucking rug meant to be walked all over. I'm here to prove that I'm the best young talent in this world, and you're not going to stop me from continuing to prove that. I don't care if you've got the experience or not. I don't care if you've got the fans or not. I don't care if you've got the backstage pull not. I don't care about any of that. What I do care about is getting the one, two three over you, and I know that I will do that, and you know that when you get in the ring with me, you're more than likely going to be...

... because that's just how things are. You may be good Duncan an up and comer, but you sure aren't The Messiah, Ric Righteous. You aren't the fastest rising star in the WeWA today, and you know damn well that when Dance with the Devil rolls around, you're just plain out of time, out of luck, and out of cash to bail your ass out of the lesson you're going to be taught in wrestling, The present and the future of this great sport is what it's about. I am your future. I am your destiny, and I am damn sure that roadblock that just happens to stop you dead in your tracks. Nothing you say, nothing you do, nothing you bring to the ring with you will be able to save your pathetic ass. Get ready Fanboy, because I'm not holding anything back, and I'm not expecting you to either. See ya in the ring while I will be "Cashing the Check, your mouth just bounced."