The scene opens up as the reigning XWF Hart Champion, Brian James, is shown standing in front of his bathroom mirror, of his hotel room. He wipes the fogged up glass, revealing his reflection. He peers at his face, and begins to think about what he is doing. He is supposed to be going out with Brad Pierce, the reigning XWF Universal Champion, the top dog in the promotion, tonight, so they can discuss business, in Brad’s words. Brian’s thoughts are broken up by his wife, Crystal Diamond, who appears behind him, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed.

Brian: “Whats up, baby?”

Crystal: “You know whats up, and don’t baby me.”

Brian: “You seem to be pissed off about something. What did I do now?”

Crystal: “You are going out with Brad Pierce? Why would you want to even hang out with that fool? He is up to no good and you know that.”

Brian: “All he wants to do is chill out and talk about the business. He could be somebody I can learn from. He maybe able to give me a few pointers.”

Crystal: “Yeah, did you know that he used to target women and hurt them? He was none as a woman beater. I bet you didn’t know that did you?”

Brian: “Hell no, I didn’t know that. But check it…he is getting married to that Amy Vixen girl soon, so whats the point in worrying about the past?”

Crystal: “Just please don’t go out with him tonight, or any other night. I have a bad feeling about him.”

Brian: “You need to chill out girl. You are being straight up paranoid and there is no point in it. I need to get dressed, he’ll be here soon.”

Crystal: “Why do you have to be like this?”

Brian: “Be like what? A few nights ago, everything was velvet. We were not arguing or anything. So whats the big fucking deal?”

Crystal: “When was the last time you did anything with the boys? Huh? When was the last time we all went out and did something as a family? Can you honestly answer that for me?”

Brian just stands there, glaring at Crystal. Her eyes begin to swell up in tears, but Brian lets out a sigh, showcasing his impatience, before walking past her and replying.

Brian: “I don’t have time for this shit, so just whatever. I am doing this for you and them. I am wrestling, working my ass to make something of myself for all of us.”

Crystal: “You are just doing this for you. In the beginning it was about us. But now that you are some big shot, you don’t need us.”

Brian: “Whatever, Crystal…you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I am outta here. I got more important things to think about.”

Brian walks out of the bathroom and into his room. Crystal grabs her keys and bolts out of the suite and exits the scene. Brian shrugs his shoulders and sits down on the bed and pulls his Tommy Hilfiger boxers on and tosses the towel into the clothes basket in the bathroom. He stands up and slides his jeans on, then places on a shirt, then begins speaking.

Brian: “You see, Jaguar…I know that you believe you are something special, but let’s face it you’re not. You see, you lame dick is that the problem with your egotistical ass is that you wouldn't believe the truth if I spoke it right in front of you. Your one dimensional.. we get it Jag . You want to be champion.. you were a champion.. you have fans.. hey, your a cowboy. But nobody cares, because we've seen it before. Same shit, different name. Guess how long you will last around here after I beat your ass for the second time in two weeks and still walk away with the title you were so hungry for and shit? A couple of months. So I'm not to worried about you, because you’re going to kill your own career in the XWF, then move on to another federation. And since you'll just spout the same bullshit week by week, say a few words about beating me, call me a has been, and a punk. Well.. I'm just going to waste your time. How? Simple. Check out my new shoes guy.”

Brian picks up one of his shoes and shows them to the camera.***

Brian- “Yeah, they're pretty sweet. Made in a third world country, so you know they're built to last. Check out this nice embroided stiching over here. Get's the nike name brand right into it, that's how you know it's good. A regular person would have been sloppy on this, I mean think about it. Making how many shoes per day? You would eventually get a machine to do it. But this.. this is a child fighting for his life. A measly 25 cents an hour if he or she is even lucky. And since it's a name brand, you know it's going to get you attention. See, when your a major star like myself you have to look the part. I even put a gel pad in here, so I guess one could say that I'm "gellin" as those commercials say. But then again, major celebrity magnet now.. I'm on my feet alot, doing interviews, walking to limos, I could be standing on my feet while getting blowjobs. You have to live in comfort. Ya know what I mean. I know you do. And then you have my jeans, Tommy.. enough said. But I pull off the ultimate combination, something that few people ever dream of doing because it may be considered tacky and lame. But I still do it, and make it popular. I throw on the Ralph Lauren shirt. From the custom made buttons to do it up, to that small little logo that signifies a good dresser. And to top it off, Guicci sunglasses. I mean, I look like the superstar that you want to be. By the way, I'm talking to you now Jaguar. You think being an angry drunken redneck is cool, but really.. I'm cool. I dress the way you want to, I talk the way you want to, I wrestle the way you want to, and my wife she says I fuck like a God. Admit it Jaguar you wish you were real like me. But instead, you’re just another stereotype. And that's why I'm always going to be better then you, it's also why come Thursday Night Anarchy, win or lose, I'm still going to be bigger, better, and more famous then you. So spit your bullshit, tell me what I already know, and showcase how "angry and shit" you are. I won't give a shit. Talk to you later.”

Brian stops speaking and he stares into his eyes once again, before his concentration is broken by the ringing of his cellular phone. Brian picks it up and answers it.

Brian: “Hello?”

It was Brad Pierce calling. Apparently he was waiting on Brian to get outside.

Brad: “I am out here waiting. Are you ready?”

Brian: “Yeah, bro. I’ll be out there in a few seconds, I was just putting my shoes on.”

Brad: “Make it snappy, I have a problem with patience and not Patience Pryce either. See you in a bit, Iceman.”

Brian: “One.”

Brian hangs up his phone, then slides his shoes on. He takes another look in the mirror, then turns around and grabs the Hart Championship belt off of his bed. He drapes it over his shoulder, then heads out of the room and downstairs, as the scene fades to black.

TBC