*The scene opens in the locker room of the newest superstar member of the RCW roster: Bobby Riggs. The room is packed. Security watches the door and eyes the camera suspiciously. The man himself is standing in the corner, facing away from the camera. In the center of the shot is a large man, covered in platinum chains, wearing a watch and bracelet set that the camera cannot fully capture, due mostly to the diamonds refracting light in every direction. He grins.*
Brown: You nervous cracker?
*The question is directed at the cameraman, who we can safely assume is the only white person in the room.*
Brown: Yeah, you nervous. That’s ok. I understand. If I were you, perish the though, all along in a room with a bunch of independent, strong brothers from Chicago… I would be nervous too. But don’t worry. Be at ease my brother. Everyone here knows you are only present to further the career of the One Man Riot. Indeed, you are here to build the legend that is beginning here in RCW. We appreciate the camera that you are holding for it is a window into the outside world. A window to the entire nation which, make no mistake. MAKE NO MISTAKE. This window opened due to the acquisition of the most sought after contract in the history of professional wrestling! This window opened as a result of RCW signing BOBBY RIGGS!
*One of the security guards pipes up from the background.*
Guard: Tell it Cornelius!
*The smile fades from the mouth of Cornelius Brown.*
Brown: Did you get a nice raise? Did they increase your pay when they took this company national? Would you like to thank the brother standing behind me? Now is your chance my friend. You stand mere feet away from Bobby Riggs, whose power is such that at the very RUMOR of a signing with RCW the Versus network offered this company a television spot. Thank him. It’s ok.
*Cornelius Brown leans in close to the camera and the security guards cross their arms, staring past the camera.*
Brown: I said thank the man.
*The cameraman stammers out a thank you and Cornelius grins.*
Brown: There now. Doesn’t it feel better to give credit where it is due? I know that it does. But the rest of RCW has yet to thank the man. RCW has yet to PAY the man. In fact, the only thing RCW has done for the man at all is sign him in a match. A match against a no name who has just begun in this federation. A man whose only appearance with this fine promotion at ALL has been to take the time to mourn the death of his father. A wishy-washy, liquid spined little cracker who wastes his time and ours to tell us of his history, to explain to the world that he wrestled due to his daddy issues.
*Cornelius is on his feet, looking to the sky. *
Brown: And to what end? Does he seek to curry favor? To inspire sympathy? Does he think that spending his time reminiscing about his dead parents is constructive? Is going to win him a match? Does he think that Bobby is sitting here similarly bemoaning his circumstances? No! I say NO! Bobby Rigs is a seven fisted rocket powered laser guided nuclear fighting machine. Bobby Riggs is sitting in this locker room thinking only about decapitating you with an uppercut the magnitude of which has NEVER BEEN SEEN on this forum or any other. Bobby Riggs is thinking about the way you will look spread out on the mat after he unleashes the RIOT he has unseen in his right hand.
*Bobby Riggs suddenly rushes to the front of the frame. The camera actually pitches backward as the cameraman has apparently fallen backward off a bench. The scene now takes in the ceiling and Bobby Riggs standing over the cameraman, brandishing his huge fists, shouting.*
Bobby: YOU SEE THESE HANDS MAN? DO YOU KNOW THAT ALL THESE THINGS DO IS HURT PEOPLE? DO YOU KNOW WHATS COMING YOUR WAY JJ? A RIOT IS COMING. I’M GOING TO THROW YOU OFF THE MOUNTAIN ON MY WAY TO THE TOP BABY. BAD LUCK. BACK LUCK DRAWING ME IN MY FIRST MATCH IN THIS PIECE. I GOTTA HURT YOU MAN. I GOTTA HATE YOU. I GOTTA HURT YOU LIKE I HATE YOU BECAUSE THAT’S THE ONLY WAY IM GONNA COME UP IN THIS B*TCH! I GOTTA DO IT CUZ THAT’S MY JOB BABY. AND THE MAN LOVES HIS JOB. AND MAN DOES HIS JOB WELL. I’M COMING WHERE YOU LIVE FOOL. WEDNESDAY NIGHT ITS OVER FOR YOUR JJ. ITS OVER!!!!
*The scene fades as security works to restrain bobby Riggs, still shouting into the camera.*
