Post by Allen Guiliano on Jul 20, 2009 15:42:33 GMT -5
The scene opens on a black and white screen taken from a security camera. The numbers constantly click off the seconds, minutes, and hours of the day in the top right hand corner of the screen as patrons pass by the gaming table that this particular camera is fixed upon. Everything appears to be normal and occurring in their regular sequence: bets placed, cards dealt, chips collected and distributed, repeat. The process happens a few more times before the camera pans to another table, where the same thing seems to be occurring. The screen continues to show table after table of the never-ending variety of card games, as well as roulette tables, craps pits, and slot machines where chips and tokens are constantly changing hands, most of them being pulled into the chip trays that rest in front of the dealers and croupiers. Each table is adorned with a gold scripted “C” that has appeared in many WCF promos and is now easily recognizable as the logo from The Camille hotel and casino. Allen Guiliano’s partner for the upcoming edition of Slam, D-Day, can be seen in a few of the shots as he makes his way across the casino floor and the camera seems to almost track him as the screen shows various locations within the building. Suddenly, the scrolling camera stops on a blackjack table where everything appears to be normal until it becomes obvious that one of the players is slipping chips under his winning bet in order to increase his winnings. The camera pans away from the security screen and reveals three men looking over the screen, as two are seated and one stands behind them shaking his head in disbelief. The gentleman that is standing is quickly identifiable as Allen Guiliano, the owner of the establishment, who is adorned in his usual attire, a black suit and tie, complete with white undershirt and black slacks. One the men seated in front of him leans over and begins talking into a radio that is clipped near his left shoulder.
Tech: I’m going to need security at table 27, seat 4. There is some guy slipping chips under his initial bet after a winning round. I’m not sure why the dealer didn’t catch it sooner, but the eyes in the sky have you covered…No, I don’t think it is anyone that we’ve had trouble with before…Alright, 10-4.
Guiliano: Well done Steve. I’ve got the best guys in the business right here and it looks like we can add another individual to the list of people that will never be stepping foot in my casino again. I want the name of that man as soon as security has a chance to properly introduce themselves.
Of course, sir. As soon as I hear anything from the guys on the floor I will let you know. This one should be pretty quick and easy. The guy is obviously an amateur and it looks as if he is acting on his own.
In that case, I may just stay here and watch the fireworks myself. Give me a chance to see how the security staff is handling things these days.
The camera pans back to the security footage as two men dressed in everyday clothes slowly approach the man and quickly wrestle him to the floor, securing his arms behind his back and begin escorting him away from the table. A few casino patrons look on as the man is taken away, but many continue about their business as if nothing happened. The players seated at the table simply stack their chips and continue to place their bets as the dealer is changed out after the altercation. The security tape continues to follow the detained man as he is led quickly through the casino floor and into a hallway, keeping his chin in his chest to try and hide his identify. As the offender escapes is led out of view, the camera pans back to Guiliano who has a slight smile on his face and is still in disbelief that an obviously unskilled con would target such a highly secured casino. He remains standing behind Steve awaiting any information and continues to glance over the cameras as if to see if he can spot anymore illegal activity.
Well, we have some information on our suspect. Seems as though you might know him from somewhere or he is claiming to know you at least.
Really? And who might this gentleman be and where is he claiming to know me from?
He just said to tell you that he was a personal friend and his name appears to be Mr. Hank Brown.
Guiliano almost bursts into laughter as he hears the name of the captured individual and runs a hand back through his jet black hair. He backs away from the chair and begins to walk towards the door giving last second instructions to Steve to relay to security.
Tell them to send him to my office and I will be right there. This is unbelievable!
Steve does as he is instructed and relays the information through the radio as Guiliano pushes open the door to the video room and makes his way down a labyrinth of hallways before entering an elevator and making his way up several floors before exiting the elevator and pushing open the large wooden door that reveals one of the most lavish rooms in the casino.
Once inside he finds the guards standing on either side of a chair where Hank is seated, hands secured behind his back by cuffs, his head still down, but this time in disappointed and regret. Guiliano makes eye contact with one of the guards and gives a quick nod, motioning them out of the room as he pulls a chair in front of Hank and has a seat. The guards oblige the orders of their superior and exit the room, making their way back to their usual spots on the casino floor and awaiting commands from the technicians upstairs.
Hank, I’ve seen just about everything, but I can honestly say I’ve never seen anyone quite as bad as you when it comes to slipping chips. That may have been one of the most worthless attempts at cheating as I have ever seen and pains me that it was coming from a man that I have given up my time to over and over again to make sure that he has a job in the first place. Now, before you say anything, I never want to see you step foot in my casino again and may God help your soul when Seth finds out about this, because I’m sure that you will be out of job. However, I did hear that the EWE was hiring…
Allen pushes himself quickly up out of the chair and starts to make his way back behind his desk, grabbing the receiver of a black telephone and staring to dial before he is interrupted by the voice of Hank.
Look Allen, I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, I was just trying to get an interview with you and I figured the only way that I could actually get to you here was to get myself into trouble. I wasn’t trying to cheat you out of any money or rob your casino or anything like that, just wanted to get to see you face to face so I can get a few words that’s all. I know I should’ve called you beforehand and it probably would have been easier that way, but I didn’t think that you would be interested in talking to me this week since Slam is a bunch of tag matches and you are with a partner that you will have to face next week. Do what you want, but let me keep my job. No one else seemed very interested in the matches this week except for The Superfans and Avery and Tank.
Well, you are right that you should’ve just given me a call and you are correct when you say that I am not much interested in a the matches this week, especially since the other three men that I will be facing at Ultimate Showdown for my United States Championship will be involved in my match, one of them being my partner. But that’s beside the point right now, the point is, there are many other ways to get to me besides “cheating” your way up here into my office. Before your piss yourself, I’m not going to be making any phone calls, I know as well as you do that the WCF wouldn’t have an interviews without you. Before I let you go, how about I do a little interview with you, not really an interview, just want to see if you see things the same way I do.
Guiliano makes his way over behind Hank and releases the cuffs from around his wrists as the WCF interviewer smiles widely and glances down at his hands, flexing his fingers to regain the circulation in them. Allen presses a button near his desk and a screen begins to emerge from one of the walls as the lights start to dim and the promos from Marc and Mark begin to play.
Alright, now I know you have seen both of these so I am going to go ahead and start asking questions before they are finished. I know this is a different scenario for you and all being the one being ASKED the questions instead of the one ASKING them, but I amuse me for about the next 15 to 20 minutes and go along with it.
Hank glances at Allen and then at the screen, relaxing back into the chair, a little nervous as to what he will be asked and how he is supposed to respond.
First question: How in the hell did these guys waltz into the WCF and have belts simply handed to them? I don’t care what other federations they came from or how many problems they’ve had with “bookers” in the past. They prove nothing, show their faces and get handed a set of belts. Hank, how does that happen?
Well,…………I’m not really sure………….I guess Seth wanted to give other tag teams something to shoot for in the WCF or to encourage tag teams to be formed. Seems to be working, already two new tags have been established since The Superfans have been handed the belts.
I suppose you are right, Hank. This federation was in need of a tag team division, but to hand out belts is simply unheard of. I went up against the WCF’s best to even get a chance at gold and it sickens me that these two fruits get it handed to them. Alright, next question Hank. Why is it that every opponent I have that sees I’m an Italian-American assume that I am in some way connected with the La Casa Nostra and play me out to be the illegitimate bad guy? Have I not proven over and over again that my past is behind me? Hank, have I EVER bribed you or any other WCF employee?
I’m not sure why they assume Slickie. I mean your past doesn’t help you, but I think that you have shown the fans and everyone else that you have been in contact with that you are your own person and have distanced yourself from that kind of activity. You’re a business owner and professional wrestler now, plain and simple. And no, you haven’t bribed me……or anyone else…..seems like I am the one that has to bribe you all the time.
Thank you for those kind words Hank. We are going to do a little rapid fire now. I’m just going to throw questions at you and you answer them as quickly as possible with the first thing that comes to your mind. No need to think about a response, the fans want to hear what Hank Brown really thinks. Ready?
Hank swallows hard at the thought of being interrogated by a WCF and glances over at Guiliano once again and then focuses his attention back on the promo that is still playing as Tiffany Jane becomes visible for the first time. Hank’s eyes become fixed upon the screen as Allen digs into his pocket and flips open a notebook that is filled with inquiries for Hank.
Have I, Slickie T, ever given the fans any reason to boo me here in the WCF or in any other federation for that matter? I mean, I’m the one that is bringing back the prestige to their United States Championship.
Hank’s eyes are still fixed on the vixen that has appeared on the screen and he is unable to make an audible sound to respond to the question that was posed to him. As his jaw begins to drop, Guiliano reaches over and delivers a quick jab into his arm and turns off the promo.
Umm…no…you haven’t.
Have I ever needed help to defend a title at an upcoming match or to even win a title for that matter? And do you think that I am wishing the Superfans would help me this week to “weaken” my opponents for next Sunday?
Umm…no…you’ve never needed help in the past and I am quickly learning that you do not want any kind of help from them this week.
Next question: Just to clarify something, is there a hyphen in my ring name?
Umm…I don’t think so…Only time I have seen your ring name is when it comes across the big screen and all I see is “Sli” in red, “cki” in white, and “e T” in green. No hyphen.
Thank you for clearing that up. Do you think the Superfans could parody the moves of Slickie T even if they wanted to?
Uhh……I’m sure they could if they tried really hard? I mean, they would have to study you quite a bit and have lots of practice?.......No, no I don’t think they could?
That’s better. Last question here Hank: Do you think Tiffany Jane is a front for the Superfans so no one questions their sexuality?
I’m not real sure if I should answer that question. I do like Tiffany Jane though, wow, I mean, did you see her in those promos? I know I did, that’s about all I could focus on to tell you the truth. The rest of it was just those two other guys talking and I didn’t care for that at all….
I think you answered that question quite well Hank. Made my point pretty clear if I do say so myself. You are now free to go. Actually, you are encouraged to go. Get the hell out of here and don’t let me catch you back in my casino again. Or any other Vegas casino for that matter.
Hank quickly scurries out of his seat and out the door as Guiliano makes his way back over to his desk and brings the lights back up so he is able to see. He makes his way to his feet as the screen retreats back into the wall and he adjusts the chairs back to their original location. He glances into the camera once again as he leans back in his large office chair and rests his feet upon his desk, pulling out the United States Championship belt from a bottom drawer and resting it over his shoulder.
This week isn’t about this belt that I have here, but there is an awful lot of talking going on about it. Ultimate Showdown is but a week away and the three men that will step into the squared circle for my title will also be in my match this week at Slam. It’s true that I have been given a partner, but what does that really mean when you partner one week will be after your title the next. Everybody in the ring with me this week wants to see me battered and bruised for one reason or another and that simply won’t happen. Whether it’s the Superfans trying to prove themselves by actually getting a win over two other teams that have been quickly thrown together, or the team of Ryan Daniels and Mikami, both of which have failed to defeat me in the past, or even my own partner, Slickie T will not be the one leaving the ring this week on the losing end.
Seems as if my partner, D-Day, has some issues of his own that he needs to get worked out before he steps in the ring with me, either on my side or in the opposing corner. Sure, I will work with him this week and call him my partner, but with all of his World War II ramblings, I’m not sure if he understands that the war is over and that Americans and Italians can be on the same side here in 2009, especially when it comes to winning wrestling matches. D-Day, even though we are partners this week and you seem to be down there roaming the floor of my casino in order to get to know your partner a little better, maybe offer some kind of a truce, we will be partners no more after Slam and you will be on the other side of the trenches, perhaps even in no man’s land as you try to decide to work with or against me this week in order to give yourself the best chance to win when it really matters, at Ultimate Showdown. I will work with you this week and do my damndest to get us a victory and I expect the same thing from you, but don’t take my kindest for a weakness or you may be on the receiving end of The Italian’s fury one week earlier than expected.
Secondly, the team of Ryan Daniels and Mikami steps into the ring with me this week as well. Sure, they are tag team partners and I am sure that each of them wants to add another victory to his resume here in the WCF, but it will be a little easier for the two of them to find a common goal this week. Both will want to beat down the current champion and finish the job next week, one wanting to regain the title that was taken from him by me and the other to have a championship belt around his waist for the first time in the modern WCF. They have something else in common as well, and that is that both have been on the losing end of a match with Slickie T in the past. Mikami, I hated to win the way that I did last week on Slam but I think both of us proved that the United States Title means a little more than it did to you just a few weeks ago. This is the second time in as many weeks that we will be in the same ring, and the third time is as many will be at Ultimate Showdown. You know what you are going up against by now and I know what you will be bringing as well, only this time I will have my head on a swivel and be watching for that chair shot this week. Daniels, the same fate awaits you as last time. Seems as if you are on some kind of downward spiral here in the WCF and it wont’ come to a halt this week or next, I can promise you that. Even your own partner called you out on this week. But like with Mikami, I will have an eye on you as the bigger prize will be up for grabs next week.
Last and certainly not least, the newly arrived Superfans. Boy, you two have made quite a splash here in the WCF and haven’t even stepped into the ring. Being handed the Tag Team Titles, coming out here with your manager Tiffany Jane and giving the fans something to cheer about, trying to decide what team you will parody this week, claiming that you have no competition this week and the teams you are facing aren’t “real tag teams”, claiming that no one is focused on the two of you and the United States Champion is the only one they will be gunning for, blah blah blah. Being the best Tag Team in the WCF is like being the tallest midget, like being the richest homeless, like being the best midcarder. What kind of accomplishment is that? Seems that the two of you are attached at the hip and like to claim that no one else is a real tag team, well how about the two of you participate in a little singles competition while you wait for other “real, more formidable” tag teams to arrive. I’m sure that the rest of us in this tag match would love to go one on one with Marky Mark (with a K), or Marky Marc (with a C). Go ahead and bask in the glory of your championship belts that were handed to you, I’ll enjoy the one that I went out and earned and this week on Slam go ahead and try to parody The Italian, claim that Slickie T can’t be a face, hide behind your lovely Tiffany Jane, because NO ONE cares about you this week. It’s about me and the United States Championship I will be bringing to the ring with me at Slam, no the phony gold the two of you have around your waists or over your shoulder. As much as I would like to see Mikami, Ryan Daniels, and D-Day battered and beaten for next week, I can’t wait to get my hands on the two of you this week and let you find out what kind of competition awaits you here in the WCF. You will be facing four other men tonight at Slam, but there is one of them that will be leaving a lasting impression, and his name ends with a T. Forza Italia, mi amore!
The scene fades to black as the United States Champion gets to his feet, belt over his shoulder and picks up a gym bag that rests near the door. He takes once last glance at the camera from over his shoulder before pulling the door shut and fading the scene to black.
Tech: I’m going to need security at table 27, seat 4. There is some guy slipping chips under his initial bet after a winning round. I’m not sure why the dealer didn’t catch it sooner, but the eyes in the sky have you covered…No, I don’t think it is anyone that we’ve had trouble with before…Alright, 10-4.
Guiliano: Well done Steve. I’ve got the best guys in the business right here and it looks like we can add another individual to the list of people that will never be stepping foot in my casino again. I want the name of that man as soon as security has a chance to properly introduce themselves.
Of course, sir. As soon as I hear anything from the guys on the floor I will let you know. This one should be pretty quick and easy. The guy is obviously an amateur and it looks as if he is acting on his own.
In that case, I may just stay here and watch the fireworks myself. Give me a chance to see how the security staff is handling things these days.
The camera pans back to the security footage as two men dressed in everyday clothes slowly approach the man and quickly wrestle him to the floor, securing his arms behind his back and begin escorting him away from the table. A few casino patrons look on as the man is taken away, but many continue about their business as if nothing happened. The players seated at the table simply stack their chips and continue to place their bets as the dealer is changed out after the altercation. The security tape continues to follow the detained man as he is led quickly through the casino floor and into a hallway, keeping his chin in his chest to try and hide his identify. As the offender escapes is led out of view, the camera pans back to Guiliano who has a slight smile on his face and is still in disbelief that an obviously unskilled con would target such a highly secured casino. He remains standing behind Steve awaiting any information and continues to glance over the cameras as if to see if he can spot anymore illegal activity.
Well, we have some information on our suspect. Seems as though you might know him from somewhere or he is claiming to know you at least.
Really? And who might this gentleman be and where is he claiming to know me from?
He just said to tell you that he was a personal friend and his name appears to be Mr. Hank Brown.
Guiliano almost bursts into laughter as he hears the name of the captured individual and runs a hand back through his jet black hair. He backs away from the chair and begins to walk towards the door giving last second instructions to Steve to relay to security.
Tell them to send him to my office and I will be right there. This is unbelievable!
Steve does as he is instructed and relays the information through the radio as Guiliano pushes open the door to the video room and makes his way down a labyrinth of hallways before entering an elevator and making his way up several floors before exiting the elevator and pushing open the large wooden door that reveals one of the most lavish rooms in the casino.
Once inside he finds the guards standing on either side of a chair where Hank is seated, hands secured behind his back by cuffs, his head still down, but this time in disappointed and regret. Guiliano makes eye contact with one of the guards and gives a quick nod, motioning them out of the room as he pulls a chair in front of Hank and has a seat. The guards oblige the orders of their superior and exit the room, making their way back to their usual spots on the casino floor and awaiting commands from the technicians upstairs.
Hank, I’ve seen just about everything, but I can honestly say I’ve never seen anyone quite as bad as you when it comes to slipping chips. That may have been one of the most worthless attempts at cheating as I have ever seen and pains me that it was coming from a man that I have given up my time to over and over again to make sure that he has a job in the first place. Now, before you say anything, I never want to see you step foot in my casino again and may God help your soul when Seth finds out about this, because I’m sure that you will be out of job. However, I did hear that the EWE was hiring…
Allen pushes himself quickly up out of the chair and starts to make his way back behind his desk, grabbing the receiver of a black telephone and staring to dial before he is interrupted by the voice of Hank.
Look Allen, I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, I was just trying to get an interview with you and I figured the only way that I could actually get to you here was to get myself into trouble. I wasn’t trying to cheat you out of any money or rob your casino or anything like that, just wanted to get to see you face to face so I can get a few words that’s all. I know I should’ve called you beforehand and it probably would have been easier that way, but I didn’t think that you would be interested in talking to me this week since Slam is a bunch of tag matches and you are with a partner that you will have to face next week. Do what you want, but let me keep my job. No one else seemed very interested in the matches this week except for The Superfans and Avery and Tank.
Well, you are right that you should’ve just given me a call and you are correct when you say that I am not much interested in a the matches this week, especially since the other three men that I will be facing at Ultimate Showdown for my United States Championship will be involved in my match, one of them being my partner. But that’s beside the point right now, the point is, there are many other ways to get to me besides “cheating” your way up here into my office. Before your piss yourself, I’m not going to be making any phone calls, I know as well as you do that the WCF wouldn’t have an interviews without you. Before I let you go, how about I do a little interview with you, not really an interview, just want to see if you see things the same way I do.
Guiliano makes his way over behind Hank and releases the cuffs from around his wrists as the WCF interviewer smiles widely and glances down at his hands, flexing his fingers to regain the circulation in them. Allen presses a button near his desk and a screen begins to emerge from one of the walls as the lights start to dim and the promos from Marc and Mark begin to play.
Alright, now I know you have seen both of these so I am going to go ahead and start asking questions before they are finished. I know this is a different scenario for you and all being the one being ASKED the questions instead of the one ASKING them, but I amuse me for about the next 15 to 20 minutes and go along with it.
Hank glances at Allen and then at the screen, relaxing back into the chair, a little nervous as to what he will be asked and how he is supposed to respond.
First question: How in the hell did these guys waltz into the WCF and have belts simply handed to them? I don’t care what other federations they came from or how many problems they’ve had with “bookers” in the past. They prove nothing, show their faces and get handed a set of belts. Hank, how does that happen?
Well,…………I’m not really sure………….I guess Seth wanted to give other tag teams something to shoot for in the WCF or to encourage tag teams to be formed. Seems to be working, already two new tags have been established since The Superfans have been handed the belts.
I suppose you are right, Hank. This federation was in need of a tag team division, but to hand out belts is simply unheard of. I went up against the WCF’s best to even get a chance at gold and it sickens me that these two fruits get it handed to them. Alright, next question Hank. Why is it that every opponent I have that sees I’m an Italian-American assume that I am in some way connected with the La Casa Nostra and play me out to be the illegitimate bad guy? Have I not proven over and over again that my past is behind me? Hank, have I EVER bribed you or any other WCF employee?
I’m not sure why they assume Slickie. I mean your past doesn’t help you, but I think that you have shown the fans and everyone else that you have been in contact with that you are your own person and have distanced yourself from that kind of activity. You’re a business owner and professional wrestler now, plain and simple. And no, you haven’t bribed me……or anyone else…..seems like I am the one that has to bribe you all the time.
Thank you for those kind words Hank. We are going to do a little rapid fire now. I’m just going to throw questions at you and you answer them as quickly as possible with the first thing that comes to your mind. No need to think about a response, the fans want to hear what Hank Brown really thinks. Ready?
Hank swallows hard at the thought of being interrogated by a WCF and glances over at Guiliano once again and then focuses his attention back on the promo that is still playing as Tiffany Jane becomes visible for the first time. Hank’s eyes become fixed upon the screen as Allen digs into his pocket and flips open a notebook that is filled with inquiries for Hank.
Have I, Slickie T, ever given the fans any reason to boo me here in the WCF or in any other federation for that matter? I mean, I’m the one that is bringing back the prestige to their United States Championship.
Hank’s eyes are still fixed on the vixen that has appeared on the screen and he is unable to make an audible sound to respond to the question that was posed to him. As his jaw begins to drop, Guiliano reaches over and delivers a quick jab into his arm and turns off the promo.
Umm…no…you haven’t.
Have I ever needed help to defend a title at an upcoming match or to even win a title for that matter? And do you think that I am wishing the Superfans would help me this week to “weaken” my opponents for next Sunday?
Umm…no…you’ve never needed help in the past and I am quickly learning that you do not want any kind of help from them this week.
Next question: Just to clarify something, is there a hyphen in my ring name?
Umm…I don’t think so…Only time I have seen your ring name is when it comes across the big screen and all I see is “Sli” in red, “cki” in white, and “e T” in green. No hyphen.
Thank you for clearing that up. Do you think the Superfans could parody the moves of Slickie T even if they wanted to?
Uhh……I’m sure they could if they tried really hard? I mean, they would have to study you quite a bit and have lots of practice?.......No, no I don’t think they could?
That’s better. Last question here Hank: Do you think Tiffany Jane is a front for the Superfans so no one questions their sexuality?
I’m not real sure if I should answer that question. I do like Tiffany Jane though, wow, I mean, did you see her in those promos? I know I did, that’s about all I could focus on to tell you the truth. The rest of it was just those two other guys talking and I didn’t care for that at all….
I think you answered that question quite well Hank. Made my point pretty clear if I do say so myself. You are now free to go. Actually, you are encouraged to go. Get the hell out of here and don’t let me catch you back in my casino again. Or any other Vegas casino for that matter.
Hank quickly scurries out of his seat and out the door as Guiliano makes his way back over to his desk and brings the lights back up so he is able to see. He makes his way to his feet as the screen retreats back into the wall and he adjusts the chairs back to their original location. He glances into the camera once again as he leans back in his large office chair and rests his feet upon his desk, pulling out the United States Championship belt from a bottom drawer and resting it over his shoulder.
This week isn’t about this belt that I have here, but there is an awful lot of talking going on about it. Ultimate Showdown is but a week away and the three men that will step into the squared circle for my title will also be in my match this week at Slam. It’s true that I have been given a partner, but what does that really mean when you partner one week will be after your title the next. Everybody in the ring with me this week wants to see me battered and bruised for one reason or another and that simply won’t happen. Whether it’s the Superfans trying to prove themselves by actually getting a win over two other teams that have been quickly thrown together, or the team of Ryan Daniels and Mikami, both of which have failed to defeat me in the past, or even my own partner, Slickie T will not be the one leaving the ring this week on the losing end.
Seems as if my partner, D-Day, has some issues of his own that he needs to get worked out before he steps in the ring with me, either on my side or in the opposing corner. Sure, I will work with him this week and call him my partner, but with all of his World War II ramblings, I’m not sure if he understands that the war is over and that Americans and Italians can be on the same side here in 2009, especially when it comes to winning wrestling matches. D-Day, even though we are partners this week and you seem to be down there roaming the floor of my casino in order to get to know your partner a little better, maybe offer some kind of a truce, we will be partners no more after Slam and you will be on the other side of the trenches, perhaps even in no man’s land as you try to decide to work with or against me this week in order to give yourself the best chance to win when it really matters, at Ultimate Showdown. I will work with you this week and do my damndest to get us a victory and I expect the same thing from you, but don’t take my kindest for a weakness or you may be on the receiving end of The Italian’s fury one week earlier than expected.
Secondly, the team of Ryan Daniels and Mikami steps into the ring with me this week as well. Sure, they are tag team partners and I am sure that each of them wants to add another victory to his resume here in the WCF, but it will be a little easier for the two of them to find a common goal this week. Both will want to beat down the current champion and finish the job next week, one wanting to regain the title that was taken from him by me and the other to have a championship belt around his waist for the first time in the modern WCF. They have something else in common as well, and that is that both have been on the losing end of a match with Slickie T in the past. Mikami, I hated to win the way that I did last week on Slam but I think both of us proved that the United States Title means a little more than it did to you just a few weeks ago. This is the second time in as many weeks that we will be in the same ring, and the third time is as many will be at Ultimate Showdown. You know what you are going up against by now and I know what you will be bringing as well, only this time I will have my head on a swivel and be watching for that chair shot this week. Daniels, the same fate awaits you as last time. Seems as if you are on some kind of downward spiral here in the WCF and it wont’ come to a halt this week or next, I can promise you that. Even your own partner called you out on this week. But like with Mikami, I will have an eye on you as the bigger prize will be up for grabs next week.
Last and certainly not least, the newly arrived Superfans. Boy, you two have made quite a splash here in the WCF and haven’t even stepped into the ring. Being handed the Tag Team Titles, coming out here with your manager Tiffany Jane and giving the fans something to cheer about, trying to decide what team you will parody this week, claiming that you have no competition this week and the teams you are facing aren’t “real tag teams”, claiming that no one is focused on the two of you and the United States Champion is the only one they will be gunning for, blah blah blah. Being the best Tag Team in the WCF is like being the tallest midget, like being the richest homeless, like being the best midcarder. What kind of accomplishment is that? Seems that the two of you are attached at the hip and like to claim that no one else is a real tag team, well how about the two of you participate in a little singles competition while you wait for other “real, more formidable” tag teams to arrive. I’m sure that the rest of us in this tag match would love to go one on one with Marky Mark (with a K), or Marky Marc (with a C). Go ahead and bask in the glory of your championship belts that were handed to you, I’ll enjoy the one that I went out and earned and this week on Slam go ahead and try to parody The Italian, claim that Slickie T can’t be a face, hide behind your lovely Tiffany Jane, because NO ONE cares about you this week. It’s about me and the United States Championship I will be bringing to the ring with me at Slam, no the phony gold the two of you have around your waists or over your shoulder. As much as I would like to see Mikami, Ryan Daniels, and D-Day battered and beaten for next week, I can’t wait to get my hands on the two of you this week and let you find out what kind of competition awaits you here in the WCF. You will be facing four other men tonight at Slam, but there is one of them that will be leaving a lasting impression, and his name ends with a T. Forza Italia, mi amore!
The scene fades to black as the United States Champion gets to his feet, belt over his shoulder and picks up a gym bag that rests near the door. He takes once last glance at the camera from over his shoulder before pulling the door shut and fading the scene to black.