The setting is Floyd's apartment in Queens, NY. The camara pans around the apartment. The apartment looks to be in bad shape. Empty Pizza boxes lie in the corner, the white carpet is full of stains, the wall paper is cooming off the walls. In the living room, there is a huge sofa, and an Easy chair. a wide screen TV is in the corner. In the Easy chair, Floyd sits with his feet up. In his hand he is drinking a cold Heniken, and in the other one, he holds a cigarete. He is wearing a pair of Denim shorts, and a black Rammstein shirt. He is watching WoW Rewind. He is watching over Spatter And Jeffery Nothing's Promos. Floyd just sits there and laughs to himself. He finally clicks off the TV. He takes a few more drags of his cigarette and puts it out in a near by ash tray. He turns and faces the camara.
"The Legendary" Floyd-Heh. These guys are amusing really. Just look at these freaks. Look at the way they dress. They think they are some kind of boogie men? I didn't know it was Halloween already. Oh No! I better not leave my closet door open! Spatter is going to get me! Oh please... You guys are starting to piss me off. You guys should bow down to me. Thats right. You both should show me some respect. You both obviously don't have that. Spatter, I don't care how long you've been in this business. I've been in it way longer than you have. Do you think you both scare me? Do you think your umm, "Harvest" scares me? What are you going to do? Are you harvesting corn or something? You do not scare me.
Floyd lights up another Newport, with his Sliver Zippo. He sets the Lighter down, and takes a few drags. He continues.
"The Legendary" Floyd-So, you say you aren't impressed huh Jeffery? Hmpf. Jeffery Nothing. The name suits ya though. Because thats what you are Jeff. Nothing! Jeff, You don't even belong in the same ring with me. I've ended careers. I've beaten people so badly in that ring. And Jeff, You can talk shit all you want. Keep talking about the so called "harvest." So you say i'm just a waste of good skin? What the hell are you saying? Well Spatter, or who ever you are. I hate to spoil your dinner, but the only thing you'll be eating is my fist! You talk about how your not impressed with me. Who cares? I don't care if your impressed or not. Oh and Spatter, i call my self a "Legend" because it is true. Yes, maybe you are right. It doesen't matter, cuz this is a new fed. A new begining. And i plan on begining this federation with you two. And soon, i will become WoW undisputed champion. I can't wait till Sunday. Because that is your day of judgement. You will finally see me in action. And it's going to be a day you will never ever, forget. And you both will show me the respect i deserve. And i see you don't show me any. I guess i'll have to beat the respect out of you! And that's just the way it is, so just f'n deal with it!
There is a knock at the door. Floyd gets up from the chair, and gets to the door. He opens it, and B-Pac walks in. He is wearing a pair of black pants, and a white B-Pac shirt. They walk back to the living room, and B-pac sits on the couch. And Floyd returns to his easy chair. Floyd throws B-Pac a pack of Newport, and his lighter. B-Pac gladly takes them, and He lights a cigarete up.
"The Legendary" Floyd-Well, B-Pac. I'm glad you made it. Do you like my apartment?
B-Pac-Yeah, umm... i'ts a dump Floyd.
Floyd-Yeah, Well, never mind that then. I was just doing a promo for those two jackasses we are fighting on Sunday. Ya got anything to say?
B-Pac takes a few drags of his cigarete, and starts to speak.
B-Pac-Well, I have a thing or two to say... but I'll hold my tongue on
most things as for now. I can't seem to decide whether or not I want to get back into the swing of this place or not. I feel like I'll just be wasting my time... and time is not something that I like to waste. It's no secret that I despise men who wear make up, masks, or make up and masks. At first, I looked upon the situation and thought to myself "These guys are pretty scary and won't be an easy kill" but now that I get a good look at these clowns, I realize that they're just living in a game. They're out of touch with reality. Spatter, you want 50? I'll give you your 50... swift kicks of my foot to your ass, that is. Stick that in your ass and smoke it.
Floyd-And another thing. I picked up the lastest issue of WoW magazine, and The predictions this week say: Spatter and Jeffery Nothing win? Yeah right. We will see who's right on that. So you say that me and B-Pac won't get along? Well, like i said, i haven't been involved in a tag team match in awhile, But i already said i have his back. Whatever. everyone is entitled to their opinions. When Sunday comes around, We are gonna win that match, and we will shut all of you people up, and Scarstruck will learn to respect us. And one more thing. Adam Lax, and Triple X. Wow, i can't wait to see what happens in your match. Hell, i might have to come down at ring side and watch it for myself. We will see.
The scene starts to fade out into the WoW Logo.