The scene opens up in Queens, NY, Floyd's hometown. It is about 11 At night. The streets are mostly quiet. A few people scattered about. 24 hour strores remain open. People hanging out in front of them, probably selling drugs. Across the street from one of the stores, is Floyd's apartment building. The building is very worn down. Bars are on all the windows. Some junkies wait outside, waiting for their dealers to come out. One guy is sitting on the stoop, with a boom box. Loud rap music is playing from it. Justin Walker comes into view. He takes out a piece of paper, looks at it, and folds it back up. He sticks it in his pocket and looks up at the building.
Justin Walker:You have got to be kidding me. This is where Floyd lives? He calls himself a legend of some sort, and this is where he lives? Great...
Justin aproaches the stairs. The people sitting there give him cold, dirty looks as Justin laughs nervously as he passes by them. Justin pushes open the door, and starts to walk up to the elevator. An "Out of Order" sign is posted.
Justin:Out of order!? Dammit! What floor does he live on?
Justin looks at the piece of paper again. 742, Seventh Floor. Justin crumples up the paper and sighs heavilly. He mutters something under his breath as he starts walking up the stairs..
Justin finally reaches Floyd's apartment. He is breathing heavilly, and he knocks on the door. a few moments later, Floyd opens it up. He is wearing a pair of black jean shorts, with a Black Sabbath shirt. He wears a pair of black Converse allstars on his feet.
Justin:Floyd!Did you know that The damn elevator is broken? What the hell are you living in a place like this?
Floyd:Yeah, i know that the elevator is broken. It's been broken for about five years now. I should have told you. And i live here because this has always been my home. I'll be here to the day i die.
Floyd opens the door. Justin walks in, and looks over the place. The place has changed. The apartment is well furnished, with new carpeting, all new wall paper. The walls are decorated with Floyd's carreer highlights from DCW, ABW, RKW, and many others. The living room has a huge couch, and a plasma TV sitting in the corner. Floyd sits down on the easy chair. He puts his feet up on the coffee table. He reaches for his cigarettes and lights one up. He exhales and Justin sits down on the couch.
Justin:Well Floyd, last monday you defeated "Cocky" Chris Hayes to win your first match here in the APW. Any comments about that?
Floyd takes a few drags of his cigarette and speaks.
Floyd:Comments? For god sakes they stopped the match. I was beating the hell out of him. I have to admit, out of all the years i have been wrestling, i have never had a match stopped. I was kind of pissed off actually. But no matter, i defeated him just like i said i was going to. That damn rookie never had a chance.
Floyd puffs away at his cigarette and faces Justin again.
Justin:Well Floyd, you have a shot this Monday for the United States championship against Damien Black. What are your comments about this match?
Floyd:I have seen his promos for last week. The man that hates the fans. Damien, i don't care if you like the fans, or don't like the fans.. It doesen't matter. But you said you hate the American fans.. And you are the United states champion. You don't deserve that belt, and frankily, i'd be glad to take it off of you. Now, i know you don't care for the USA a whole lot. I can sit here and go into my whole patriotism thing. But i'm not going to do that. I'm not Hulk Hogan, i never have been, and i never will. I will just say this. Alright, i have seen your matches, and you are decent. You will provide a bit more challange than Chris Hayes, but it still won't be enough. Damien, you still have alot to learn. It seems as though you haven't opened your mouth yet. Are you studying my matches? Are you studying for the big test? Good. I want you to. But Damien.. It doesen't matter how much you study.. how much you prepare yourself.. You will still fail. And i will give you your F come this Monday. And i will take that US Title and bring it home with me. But Damien, i will not stop there. I will become the World champion. And there is not a damn person in that locker room who can stop me. Not You, Chris Hayes, The Dark Shadows stable, The Hatchet, not even Adam Lax. I will rule this federation. And theres not a damn thing anyone can do. My advice to everyone, don't stand in my way, because you will be beaten severly.
Floyd takes another drag of his cigarette and puts it out in the ash tray.
Justin:Well Adam Lax is another man who hasen't opened his mouth up yet. After losing the Tag titles, no one has heard from him. Comments?
Floyd:Lax is like that. He always has been. He dissapears for weeks sometimes, and then reapears like some kind of ghost. I don't know what the hell he does.. But whatever. I know what he is thinking. Adam.. I know your thinking about me. Your thinking about how your going to put me away. Outsyder, you will never beat me. And you have just got to accept that. Your thinking right now.. Your thinking about how much you want to put this old man out of his misery. Lax, i say bring it on. I want you in a match. I am always going to be ready. Whenever you decide to open up your mouth i'll be here. I'll be waiting. The day isn't far off Adam.. I hope your ready for it. I know i am..
Justin:Well, we are just about out of time, Floyd, good luck on Monday! Don't miss this weeks show everybody! Goodnight!