The scene opens up over the streets of Detroit, MI. This is the city that will be hosting the nWo's Malice this week. Many of the nWo superstars have already arrived in the city. The scene shifts to the Detroit Airport. It is about 6:30 at night, and a plane has just landed. The stairs come down, and a few people get off. Floyd then steps down the stairs, and looks around. Floyd wears a pair of Black jeans, with a black trench coat on. He wears a black Ozzy Osbourne shirt underneath. He wears a Black New Jersey Devils hat, with a pair of black combat boots on his feet. He walks off the ramp, and into the Airport itself. He gets in, and a few people recoginize him. A fan about 15 years old looks at Floyd. The fan wears a black nWo shirt.
Fan-Man Floyd. Your like, my idol. I've been following you ever since i was young. I can't believe your going to retire though. Your still not that old, how could you do it?
Floyd-Well, just getting to the point that i can't deal with the pain anymore. This buisness, its great and all, but you don't understand what i have to go through every single night i wrestle. It takes a toll on my body.. And all the matches i've had over the years, well, damn it's gettin hard to get the newspaper in the morning.
Fan-Well, i do hope you think about it some more. I don't who i would cheer for if you retired. Hey, i can't believe im actually talking to you. Think i could get an autograph?
Floyd-Sure. What's your name?
Fan-Joey.
Joey takes out a note book from his bag, and opens it up to a clean page. Floyd takes a pen out from his pocket and writes, :To Joey, Nice meeting you in Detroit, keep believing in me. Your Pal, Floyd. Floyd smiles and hands it to Joey. Joey smiles and Floyd shakes his hand.
Floyd-Well, its been nice meeting you Joey, take it easy buddy.
Joey-Oh, i will. Hey i'll treasure this forever man, Oh, and good luck with your match against Nester De Franco this Sunday. I'm sure you'll win.
Floyd smiles and shakes the kid's hand again. He puts on his shades and exits the airport terminal. He fishes around in his pocket and takes a pack of Marlboro out. He lights one up with his zippo lighter and takes a few drags. He then exhales into the air. A few minutes later, a long, black limo pulls up and Floyd gets in.
The new setting is a hotel room in Detroit. The room is very well furnished, with a king size bed in the middle, with a well polished desk sitting in the corner. A wide screen TV is on the floor. The sun is setting, as Floyd stares into the sunset through the wide, open window. Floyd turns around and stares into the camrea. He lights up another cigarete and takes a few drags. He exhales, and sets in down in the ash tray on the desk.
Floyd-Well, here i am in Detroit, the scene of this week's Malice. Let me say this. Last week, i did what i said i was going to do, and i just totally destroyed Morbius. Don't know what happened to hero boy, and i really don't give a rats ass any how. He's old news. And if you think the beating that Morbius got last week, it's going to be nothing compared to what Nester DeFranco gets this week.
Floyd picks his cigarete up from the ashtray and takes a few more drags. He exhales and then puts it out. He then clears his throat and starts to speak again.
Floyd-Ahh Yes, my oppenant this week, "The Nesterman" Himself. Well Nesterman.. I saw your little interview you did. Too bad for your friend Dick. Wins the title, and immediatly loses it the following week. But, this aint about Dick. Its about me, and you Nesterman. So, you say your crazy, maybe more crazy then i am? Hmmm, i don't know. I am the craziest wrestler ever to grace the ring, yes.. And yeah boy, i am a Legend. And Floydamania.. Well, thats a whole different story. First of all, you don't know me, you don't know what i can do, and you sure as hell don't know what Floydamania is all about.. Maybe this Sunday i can show you?
Floyd laughs to himself as he grabs a bottle of water and drinks some. He sets it down, and continues.
Floyd-Nester, i really do hate to burst your bubble but.. You said you were going to end my carreer? I highly doubt that. Many have tried.. And all have failed. Hell, even the likes of Triple X has tried to end my carreer, but even he, has failed. I must admit he came close, but hell, i came back. They ALL fucking failed.. miserably i might add. So what makes you think you can do it? The only person who will end my carreer is me.. And i have vowed i will not retire untill i win the nWo championship.. And no one will stop me.. See Nester, your just another stepping stone. Your going to be one of those stepping stones that lead me to the championship.
Floyd-You really make me laugh though Nesterman. You think our match is going to be easy? Think again. You think i've lost my edge? Son, i have lost nothing.. Im still the best damn thing to happen to the nWo. And am i supposed to be afraid? "Im gonna forget to take my medicine.." Is that shit supposed to scare me? Forget it chump. Nothing frightens me.. I am fearless. You have no idea how much pain your in for. And Nester, let me leave you with these simple words.. Even you Nesterman can understand, I know, your IQ isn't what it used to be, so let me say this plainly.. Nester, What are you going to do? What Ya going to do... When Floydamania.. Runs wild on you!? And believe me Nester, you will experience first hand what Floyd is capable of. And thats just the way it is Nester, so just.. f'n.. deal with it.
Floyd lights up another cigarete and blows the smoke into the camrea. The camrea fades out.
