Post by epitomeofcool on Oct 16, 2011 20:55:17 GMT -5
Part 1
The Book Of Cool: Chapter IV "Church"
The scene opens with an outdoor shot of a church in a rural section of Omaha, Nebraska. The sign proudly displayed in the front lawn, resting underneath an arch from which a giant cross hangs, reads "Saint James Catholic Church." The cameraman pulls back the shot until Aaron Miles comes into view, his back turned to the camera. In his right hand is a bottle of Bacardi 151, from which he takes a mighty sip before dropping it to the grass at his feet. Suddenly the bells from the church's belfry ring loudly, signaling the end of mass. Moments later the front door to the church opens and a crowd of people begin to file out onto the front lawn. The members of the congregation pause their conversations of the days sermon as they notice the young man standing in front of them, his eyes focused on each of them, and the nearly empty bottle of liquor beside his feet. An elderly woman, throwing caution to the wind, steps forward.
Elderly Woman: Young man, this is a church. Take your sinning ways and leave this instant.
Aaron Miles: Sinning ways? Tell me old timer, who exactly are you to pass judgment onto me? Are you the God that so many people claim to follow blindly, despite there being no proof of his existence?
Elderly Woman: No proof? Young man you are the one that is blind. The proof that God exists is all around us. You can see it in the miracles that happen every day, from the birth of a new life to the sunset that ends the day.
Aaron Miles: That's your proof? So called "miracles"? Let me ask you this, you think the birth of a baby is a miracle? Is it still a miracle when a baby is born into a poverty stricken third world country? Or if it is born into a family of drug addicts and abuse? Tell me please how you can believe in such a higher, all knowing, all forgiving and loving power when the world around you is crumbling down more and more each day.
The crowd for the most part remains silent as they can't think of a retort to such a blasphemous statement. However the priest of the church steps forward.
Priest: Young man, these people believe because they have faith in the decisions that are being made by God. While to many such as yourself it seems as though times are getting worse, we all believe that it is simply part of his plan and that things will get better.
Aaron Miles: But what if you are wrong? What if all of you have been following something which does not exist? What if the book in which your teachings are written are simply just words written by an ordinary man? What are you going to tell your congregation then priest?
Priest: I will have to tell them nothing, for they in their hearts know that your words have no real meaning. They will continue to believe just as they have for years.
Aaron Miles: How can you be so sure of that? If these people can be swayed simply by a book of stories, then what's stopping them from being swayed by something more...real. Something that they don't have to follow blindly, but rather something that they can see, touch, hear, smell and even taste.
Priest: As I've said, that will never happen. Nothing can shake the faith of a true follower, and everyone here is just that.
Aaron Miles: We shall see Padre.
Aaron steps past the priest and toward the congregation, who in turn take a step backward.
Aaron Miles: My friends, do not fear me, I have come simply to bring you the truth. Tell me, who amongst you can honestly say that your religion has helped you life? Who here can tell me that their faith has brought them happiness, or joy or even a simple smile? Come now, let's see a show of hands.
Every hand in the crowd shoots up into the air.
Aaron Miles: Interesting. Now let me ask all of you this. Who amongst you can say, honestly, that a life of faith has made your lives better, and that without it, you'd feel an emptiness inside?
Every hand remains up.
Aaron Miles: Now I ask each and everyone of you with your hands up to please tell me how you can believe in the power of your faith to god, when those that continuously go against him succeed and you do not. If it is those that lead good, wholesome lives that are meant to be rewarded, why is it that the corrupt and evil of the world are the ones that reap the benefits while you are forced to live lives of mediocrity? How can it be that a man who's sole ability is to throw a ball can make millions of dollars, commit a heinous crime for which he is imprisoned, and then turn around and make millions of dollars more, while at the same time a single, non-sinning mother of three struggles to keep her family fed and warm at night? Where is the justice in that? Where is your God when the time comes to right the wrongs?
Not a word is spoken, but several hands are lowered amongst the crowd.
Aaron Miles: The answer is that he is not there, because he was never there in the first place. There is no higher, all knowing being watching over you all, keeping track of all your sins and transgressions. What there is however, are people like the priest who stands in front of you now, who take it upon themselves to try and strike fear into your hearts so that you will look upon them as men of power. They speak to you with words that they claim are from God in a tone meant to dig into your hearts so they in turn can dig into your pockets and rob you blindly. And you people are more than happy to turn over your hard earned money to these people each and every Sunday. You might think that few dollars you throw onto the collection plate each week doesn't mean much, but think about how much you put on there each year. And then multiply that by how many people are sitting with you each week. And then multiply that by all of the sheep that are ushered into churches worldwide. And then, you will understand why I am so sickened by this idea of organized religion. These men of the cloth, so called messengers of God's word, preach to you the wrongs of sinning, while at the same time committing sins of their own.
Aaron pauses to take a look back at the Priest.
Aaron Miles: Not to mention the alter boy scandal.
The Priest hangs his head in shame as Aaron turns back toward the congregation.
Aaron Miles: My friends, I am not here to tell you how to live your lives, that would make me no better than this man here. I am here to simply offer you the truth and to enlighten you so that you can no longer be the blind sheep being led, but rather be the leader of your own life. And with that, I bid you adieu.
Aaron opens up the front of his jacket, reaches in and pulls out a stack of pamphlets which he throws into the air, letting them rain down on the crowd. He then turns and walks away, shooting the Priest a wink as he watches his congregation curiously bend over and pick up the pamphlets.
Priest: Do not listen to the words of that madman, I implore you. I do not lead you blindly with false information as he claims. I promise to each of you that the words I speak are 100% undeniably the words of God himself. And I promise that if you follow his words your lives will ultimately be the better for it.
Several members of the congregation walk off, shaking their heads at the Priest. Those that do remain look upon his with questioning looks as the scene slowly fades out.
Part 2
The scene opens up with a shot of Aaron Miles relaxing comfortably in a hot tub, an equally relaxed female companion on either side of him, sipping on a glass of champagne as he hangs up his cell phone and places it on the towel laid out on the ground nearby. He grabs the bottle of champagne next to the towel and refills the girls glasses.
Aaron Miles: You see ladies, this is the life of a true star. Good booze, good company, and good times.
Aaron and the girls clink their glasses together and then take a drink. As they drink, Hank Brown walks up behind them.
Hank Brown: If this is how you celebrate a loss, then I'd love to see what you'd do if you actually won a match.
Aaron Miles: Ah, if it isn't Hank Brown. I was starting to wonder when you'd decide to show up for one of our little chats.
Hank Brown: Yeah, well usually my time is reserved for those that occasionally win a match. But I figured I'd make an exception since you've provided us with some rather entertaining sound bytes as of late.
Aaron Miles: Well if that wasn't a backhanded compliment if I've ever heard one. What's the matter Hank? Why haven't you jumped onto the Aaron Miles Express like the fans have?
Hank Brown: Because unlike the fans I don't mark out for the underdog stories of wrestling. I appreciate the art of winning, not sympathy.
Aaron Miles: Fair enough, a man's entitled to his opinion. I know that better than anyone. But you're wrong if you honestly believe that the people are only getting behind me more and more each week out of sympathy alone. They're behind me because I give them what they want, and that's a show. I've gone out there two weeks in a row and put my body on the line, pulling off high risk move after high risk move, to give the people their money's worth. And you can make all the arguments you want about how it could be the reason I haven't found success yet, but they'll fall on deaf ears because I will not stop giving the people what they want. After all, it's the money they spend on tickets that helps me get paid.
Hank Brown: Well it's apparent that the people in charge agree with the fans, because despite being 0-2 after last week, you're getting your second chance at getting into the running for a title shot. Last week you had a chance to get into the TV Title Ladder Match which will go down at Helloween, this week you have a chance to become the Number One contender to Oblivion's WCF Hardcore Title. What do you have to say about that?
Aaron Miles: Well I'm not going to lie Hank, chasing the Hardcore Title isn't where I saw myself going when I first came to WCF, but nevertheless I'm not going to let this opportunity slip away like I did the TV Title shot. The fans have been backing me since the WAR Match and it's their voices that the people running this company are hearing. And if the powers at be think this is the right route for me, and if they think I'm ready to go for gold this soon, who am I to argue?
Hank Brown: But having only been in WCF for all of two weeks cannot have you prepared enough for the challenge you're going to be facing, believe me. The WAR Match may have been chaotic, but the Hardcore Division is nothing short of insanity when you break down some of the people that are in it, including the champion himself, Oblivion.
Aaron Miles: And that's just fine with me. If anything, my style in the ring is perfectly suited for the world of Hardcore. I can crank the dial all the way up to 11 and let loose with the stuff that I'd normally have to hold back to keep from getting disqualified.
Hank Brown: Well we're both getting a little ahead of ourselves, because before you can start worrying about the Hardcore Division, you should be worrying about the #1 Contendership match this Monday night on Slam. Last week you couldn't overcome Roy Speede, and now you're going to have to go up against 5 others who are just as hungry for the opportunity as you are. Do you really feel as though you have a chance when you've yet to do anything so far?
Aaron Miles: Look, you can't keep living in the past or you'll never move forward into the future. If I were like you, constantly dwelling on the negatives, then yeah I could look at this match and see that I have a 1 in 6 chance of winning and automatically assume that I have no chance. But I don't think the way you do Hank. I'm an optimist, always looking at the situation in the best possible way. I see a 1 in 6 chance as meaning that I have as good of a chance as anyone else in this match.
Hank Brown: Well since we're already on the subject, let's delve into your competition.
Aaron Miles: Let's. For starters, Hank you've been with WCF for years now, correct?
Hank Brown: Yes, that's correct.
Aaron Miles: Then perhaps you could enlighten me on Adam Young. What exactly is his deal?
Hank Brown: No one really knows to be honest.
Aaron Miles: That doesn't surprise me in the least bit. Since WAR I've been trying to wrap my mind around the things that he has to say, and I've got the migraines to prove it. All this talk about fantasy and reality and how this is his world and it's our "knightmare", it makes no sense to me whatsoever. If this is truly his world, then would the fact that he's had even less success than myself over all these years prove that he is in fact a masochist getting off on his own misery? And then what's with the talk of wanting to be a "contreversoul" cult favorite among the fans? Maybe in his little world he's what the fans want, but in what is actually reality Adam Young is about as credible as the dictionary he uses to spell. Look, the guy wants to be taken seriously, I get that. Who doesn't want to not be looked upon as being a joke. The problem is, somebody like Adam Young, who is so wrapped up in their little fantasy land, is blind to the fact that they are doing nothing but strengthening the argument against them. And as much as I'd like to say I see a future for Adam Young in which he isn't viewed as a brain dead moron, I can't.
Aaron pauses briefly as one of his female companions pours some more champagne into his glass. Hank then notices a light pink bra floating amongst the bubbles and raises an eyebrow.
Aaron Miles: And speaking of those not helping their own causes as of late, what exactly happened to the fresh start that Ms. Evans was going to have? Granted, I myself tasted the bitter taste of defeat, but that was a match that was Kaylyn's to win. Matched up against the scrapings from the bottom of the barrel, and she still couldn't get the job done? Oh well, I suppose this week will bring yet another promise of a "fresh start" to her legion of fans. Not that they really care either way, they mainly just watch her matches with hopes of a wardrobe malfunction.
Hank Brown: I'll have you know that Kaylyn is more than just eye candy, sir.
Aaron Miles: Yeah, and Adam Young is a legitimate World Title contender. Raise the veil off your eyes, quit thinking with your cock and realize that despite all the bouncy goodness, Ms. Evans simply isn't that good. And while we're on the subject of people who aren't any good, how has El Mideo Extremo lasted this long? After being at the bottom of the ladder long enough, he gets thrown into a match where he has to fight for his job. And while you'd think he'd be fighting his ass off to stay in WCF, he instead skated by and barely stayed around long enough to keep his job. Christ, this guy needs to team up with Adam Young and create the worst tag team since Billy and Chuck. And while you're at it, throw in Casper Blackhart and make the worst trio since The Godwinns. Seriously, for all the talk this guy had about being a bad ass gangster from England, he's been mighty quiet since losing at Slam. Then again, I don't know if I'd be able to show my face if I lost to the same guy that pulled out of the WAR Match because he couldn't handle the challenge.
Hank Brown: I believe you're referring to the last member of the match, Kamikaze.
Aaron Miles: That I am. I've said it once and I'll say it again, I have no respect whatsoever for a man that shows the level of cowardice that Kamikaze did before WAR. He may have won his debut match last week on Slam, and he could win dozens of matches in the future, but he will never live that day down as long as he remains in WCF. And I'll personally make sure of that.
Both men pause as a second bra begins to float amongst the bubbles. Aaron looks at both ladies and then back at Hank.
Aaron Miles: Yeah, I'm thinking we should cut this interview short Hank.
Hank nods in agreement, takes a few more seconds to ogle and then turns and leaves. The scene fades out as Aaron picks up the bottle of champagne and refills the girls glasses.
The Book Of Cool: Chapter IV "Church"
The scene opens with an outdoor shot of a church in a rural section of Omaha, Nebraska. The sign proudly displayed in the front lawn, resting underneath an arch from which a giant cross hangs, reads "Saint James Catholic Church." The cameraman pulls back the shot until Aaron Miles comes into view, his back turned to the camera. In his right hand is a bottle of Bacardi 151, from which he takes a mighty sip before dropping it to the grass at his feet. Suddenly the bells from the church's belfry ring loudly, signaling the end of mass. Moments later the front door to the church opens and a crowd of people begin to file out onto the front lawn. The members of the congregation pause their conversations of the days sermon as they notice the young man standing in front of them, his eyes focused on each of them, and the nearly empty bottle of liquor beside his feet. An elderly woman, throwing caution to the wind, steps forward.
Elderly Woman: Young man, this is a church. Take your sinning ways and leave this instant.
Aaron Miles: Sinning ways? Tell me old timer, who exactly are you to pass judgment onto me? Are you the God that so many people claim to follow blindly, despite there being no proof of his existence?
Elderly Woman: No proof? Young man you are the one that is blind. The proof that God exists is all around us. You can see it in the miracles that happen every day, from the birth of a new life to the sunset that ends the day.
Aaron Miles: That's your proof? So called "miracles"? Let me ask you this, you think the birth of a baby is a miracle? Is it still a miracle when a baby is born into a poverty stricken third world country? Or if it is born into a family of drug addicts and abuse? Tell me please how you can believe in such a higher, all knowing, all forgiving and loving power when the world around you is crumbling down more and more each day.
The crowd for the most part remains silent as they can't think of a retort to such a blasphemous statement. However the priest of the church steps forward.
Priest: Young man, these people believe because they have faith in the decisions that are being made by God. While to many such as yourself it seems as though times are getting worse, we all believe that it is simply part of his plan and that things will get better.
Aaron Miles: But what if you are wrong? What if all of you have been following something which does not exist? What if the book in which your teachings are written are simply just words written by an ordinary man? What are you going to tell your congregation then priest?
Priest: I will have to tell them nothing, for they in their hearts know that your words have no real meaning. They will continue to believe just as they have for years.
Aaron Miles: How can you be so sure of that? If these people can be swayed simply by a book of stories, then what's stopping them from being swayed by something more...real. Something that they don't have to follow blindly, but rather something that they can see, touch, hear, smell and even taste.
Priest: As I've said, that will never happen. Nothing can shake the faith of a true follower, and everyone here is just that.
Aaron Miles: We shall see Padre.
Aaron steps past the priest and toward the congregation, who in turn take a step backward.
Aaron Miles: My friends, do not fear me, I have come simply to bring you the truth. Tell me, who amongst you can honestly say that your religion has helped you life? Who here can tell me that their faith has brought them happiness, or joy or even a simple smile? Come now, let's see a show of hands.
Every hand in the crowd shoots up into the air.
Aaron Miles: Interesting. Now let me ask all of you this. Who amongst you can say, honestly, that a life of faith has made your lives better, and that without it, you'd feel an emptiness inside?
Every hand remains up.
Aaron Miles: Now I ask each and everyone of you with your hands up to please tell me how you can believe in the power of your faith to god, when those that continuously go against him succeed and you do not. If it is those that lead good, wholesome lives that are meant to be rewarded, why is it that the corrupt and evil of the world are the ones that reap the benefits while you are forced to live lives of mediocrity? How can it be that a man who's sole ability is to throw a ball can make millions of dollars, commit a heinous crime for which he is imprisoned, and then turn around and make millions of dollars more, while at the same time a single, non-sinning mother of three struggles to keep her family fed and warm at night? Where is the justice in that? Where is your God when the time comes to right the wrongs?
Not a word is spoken, but several hands are lowered amongst the crowd.
Aaron Miles: The answer is that he is not there, because he was never there in the first place. There is no higher, all knowing being watching over you all, keeping track of all your sins and transgressions. What there is however, are people like the priest who stands in front of you now, who take it upon themselves to try and strike fear into your hearts so that you will look upon them as men of power. They speak to you with words that they claim are from God in a tone meant to dig into your hearts so they in turn can dig into your pockets and rob you blindly. And you people are more than happy to turn over your hard earned money to these people each and every Sunday. You might think that few dollars you throw onto the collection plate each week doesn't mean much, but think about how much you put on there each year. And then multiply that by how many people are sitting with you each week. And then multiply that by all of the sheep that are ushered into churches worldwide. And then, you will understand why I am so sickened by this idea of organized religion. These men of the cloth, so called messengers of God's word, preach to you the wrongs of sinning, while at the same time committing sins of their own.
Aaron pauses to take a look back at the Priest.
Aaron Miles: Not to mention the alter boy scandal.
The Priest hangs his head in shame as Aaron turns back toward the congregation.
Aaron Miles: My friends, I am not here to tell you how to live your lives, that would make me no better than this man here. I am here to simply offer you the truth and to enlighten you so that you can no longer be the blind sheep being led, but rather be the leader of your own life. And with that, I bid you adieu.
Aaron opens up the front of his jacket, reaches in and pulls out a stack of pamphlets which he throws into the air, letting them rain down on the crowd. He then turns and walks away, shooting the Priest a wink as he watches his congregation curiously bend over and pick up the pamphlets.
Priest: Do not listen to the words of that madman, I implore you. I do not lead you blindly with false information as he claims. I promise to each of you that the words I speak are 100% undeniably the words of God himself. And I promise that if you follow his words your lives will ultimately be the better for it.
Several members of the congregation walk off, shaking their heads at the Priest. Those that do remain look upon his with questioning looks as the scene slowly fades out.
Part 2
The scene opens up with a shot of Aaron Miles relaxing comfortably in a hot tub, an equally relaxed female companion on either side of him, sipping on a glass of champagne as he hangs up his cell phone and places it on the towel laid out on the ground nearby. He grabs the bottle of champagne next to the towel and refills the girls glasses.
Aaron Miles: You see ladies, this is the life of a true star. Good booze, good company, and good times.
Aaron and the girls clink their glasses together and then take a drink. As they drink, Hank Brown walks up behind them.
Hank Brown: If this is how you celebrate a loss, then I'd love to see what you'd do if you actually won a match.
Aaron Miles: Ah, if it isn't Hank Brown. I was starting to wonder when you'd decide to show up for one of our little chats.
Hank Brown: Yeah, well usually my time is reserved for those that occasionally win a match. But I figured I'd make an exception since you've provided us with some rather entertaining sound bytes as of late.
Aaron Miles: Well if that wasn't a backhanded compliment if I've ever heard one. What's the matter Hank? Why haven't you jumped onto the Aaron Miles Express like the fans have?
Hank Brown: Because unlike the fans I don't mark out for the underdog stories of wrestling. I appreciate the art of winning, not sympathy.
Aaron Miles: Fair enough, a man's entitled to his opinion. I know that better than anyone. But you're wrong if you honestly believe that the people are only getting behind me more and more each week out of sympathy alone. They're behind me because I give them what they want, and that's a show. I've gone out there two weeks in a row and put my body on the line, pulling off high risk move after high risk move, to give the people their money's worth. And you can make all the arguments you want about how it could be the reason I haven't found success yet, but they'll fall on deaf ears because I will not stop giving the people what they want. After all, it's the money they spend on tickets that helps me get paid.
Hank Brown: Well it's apparent that the people in charge agree with the fans, because despite being 0-2 after last week, you're getting your second chance at getting into the running for a title shot. Last week you had a chance to get into the TV Title Ladder Match which will go down at Helloween, this week you have a chance to become the Number One contender to Oblivion's WCF Hardcore Title. What do you have to say about that?
Aaron Miles: Well I'm not going to lie Hank, chasing the Hardcore Title isn't where I saw myself going when I first came to WCF, but nevertheless I'm not going to let this opportunity slip away like I did the TV Title shot. The fans have been backing me since the WAR Match and it's their voices that the people running this company are hearing. And if the powers at be think this is the right route for me, and if they think I'm ready to go for gold this soon, who am I to argue?
Hank Brown: But having only been in WCF for all of two weeks cannot have you prepared enough for the challenge you're going to be facing, believe me. The WAR Match may have been chaotic, but the Hardcore Division is nothing short of insanity when you break down some of the people that are in it, including the champion himself, Oblivion.
Aaron Miles: And that's just fine with me. If anything, my style in the ring is perfectly suited for the world of Hardcore. I can crank the dial all the way up to 11 and let loose with the stuff that I'd normally have to hold back to keep from getting disqualified.
Hank Brown: Well we're both getting a little ahead of ourselves, because before you can start worrying about the Hardcore Division, you should be worrying about the #1 Contendership match this Monday night on Slam. Last week you couldn't overcome Roy Speede, and now you're going to have to go up against 5 others who are just as hungry for the opportunity as you are. Do you really feel as though you have a chance when you've yet to do anything so far?
Aaron Miles: Look, you can't keep living in the past or you'll never move forward into the future. If I were like you, constantly dwelling on the negatives, then yeah I could look at this match and see that I have a 1 in 6 chance of winning and automatically assume that I have no chance. But I don't think the way you do Hank. I'm an optimist, always looking at the situation in the best possible way. I see a 1 in 6 chance as meaning that I have as good of a chance as anyone else in this match.
Hank Brown: Well since we're already on the subject, let's delve into your competition.
Aaron Miles: Let's. For starters, Hank you've been with WCF for years now, correct?
Hank Brown: Yes, that's correct.
Aaron Miles: Then perhaps you could enlighten me on Adam Young. What exactly is his deal?
Hank Brown: No one really knows to be honest.
Aaron Miles: That doesn't surprise me in the least bit. Since WAR I've been trying to wrap my mind around the things that he has to say, and I've got the migraines to prove it. All this talk about fantasy and reality and how this is his world and it's our "knightmare", it makes no sense to me whatsoever. If this is truly his world, then would the fact that he's had even less success than myself over all these years prove that he is in fact a masochist getting off on his own misery? And then what's with the talk of wanting to be a "contreversoul" cult favorite among the fans? Maybe in his little world he's what the fans want, but in what is actually reality Adam Young is about as credible as the dictionary he uses to spell. Look, the guy wants to be taken seriously, I get that. Who doesn't want to not be looked upon as being a joke. The problem is, somebody like Adam Young, who is so wrapped up in their little fantasy land, is blind to the fact that they are doing nothing but strengthening the argument against them. And as much as I'd like to say I see a future for Adam Young in which he isn't viewed as a brain dead moron, I can't.
Aaron pauses briefly as one of his female companions pours some more champagne into his glass. Hank then notices a light pink bra floating amongst the bubbles and raises an eyebrow.
Aaron Miles: And speaking of those not helping their own causes as of late, what exactly happened to the fresh start that Ms. Evans was going to have? Granted, I myself tasted the bitter taste of defeat, but that was a match that was Kaylyn's to win. Matched up against the scrapings from the bottom of the barrel, and she still couldn't get the job done? Oh well, I suppose this week will bring yet another promise of a "fresh start" to her legion of fans. Not that they really care either way, they mainly just watch her matches with hopes of a wardrobe malfunction.
Hank Brown: I'll have you know that Kaylyn is more than just eye candy, sir.
Aaron Miles: Yeah, and Adam Young is a legitimate World Title contender. Raise the veil off your eyes, quit thinking with your cock and realize that despite all the bouncy goodness, Ms. Evans simply isn't that good. And while we're on the subject of people who aren't any good, how has El Mideo Extremo lasted this long? After being at the bottom of the ladder long enough, he gets thrown into a match where he has to fight for his job. And while you'd think he'd be fighting his ass off to stay in WCF, he instead skated by and barely stayed around long enough to keep his job. Christ, this guy needs to team up with Adam Young and create the worst tag team since Billy and Chuck. And while you're at it, throw in Casper Blackhart and make the worst trio since The Godwinns. Seriously, for all the talk this guy had about being a bad ass gangster from England, he's been mighty quiet since losing at Slam. Then again, I don't know if I'd be able to show my face if I lost to the same guy that pulled out of the WAR Match because he couldn't handle the challenge.
Hank Brown: I believe you're referring to the last member of the match, Kamikaze.
Aaron Miles: That I am. I've said it once and I'll say it again, I have no respect whatsoever for a man that shows the level of cowardice that Kamikaze did before WAR. He may have won his debut match last week on Slam, and he could win dozens of matches in the future, but he will never live that day down as long as he remains in WCF. And I'll personally make sure of that.
Both men pause as a second bra begins to float amongst the bubbles. Aaron looks at both ladies and then back at Hank.
Aaron Miles: Yeah, I'm thinking we should cut this interview short Hank.
Hank nods in agreement, takes a few more seconds to ogle and then turns and leaves. The scene fades out as Aaron picks up the bottle of champagne and refills the girls glasses.
