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Date Posted: 15:10:40 10/25/99 Mon
Author: "Goldenboy" Ric Anderson
Subject: I wrestle just as good as I look!
(The scene is set at a state-of-the-art gym in Compton, California. Running on the treadmill, "Goldenboy" Ric Andeson takes a drink of water from his squeeze bottle. Only the wealthiest residents work-out at this gym so this is the only place in the city Ric goes to. Hopping off the treadmill and making his way over to a nearby bench, Anderson motions for the camera come closer.)
Ric: I've been leisurely training all week for my match with "The Devestated One" tomorrow night. Why spend a lot of time on a match that won't last longer then 5 minutes. Matter of fact, I'm willing to put 10,000 dollars that I can beat "The Devastated One" in 5 minutes or less!
(He takes another drink of Perrier water while whipping sweat from his brow. His blonde hair is wet from all his exorcising.)
Ric: Let me fill you in on one thing Python and don't forget it, I own you and your pitiful Revolution and there isn't anything you can do about it! I think your a few fries short of a happy meal for even challenging the only team with talent here in the TTSWF! Your going to challenge the giant Hardcore Champ, who isn't to mentally stable, and the future North American Champ to a match? Let me save you a beating and decline your offer. I'm sure we will meet your sorry team somethin during the torny and when we do, it won't be a pretty site.
(About this time, Miss Claudia walks in where a woman's business suit with cell phone in her hand.)
Ric: How did lunch go with your lawyer? What is that smell? Are you whereing a new fragrance?
Claudia:(With a puzzled look) Yes, I am. Luch went well.
Ric: What's going on? What did he say?
Claudia: Oh we talked about law things. You know the usual.
Ric: Great. Cindy at the front desk wanted to speak with you.
(Miss Claudia walks off as Ric turns back to the camera.)
Ric: I have a word of advise for Mr. Leer, Don't get above your raisings! You belong with all of your insesting relatives in the White Trash Trailor Park at the end of Redneck Road. Watch your mouth or I'll send you packing just like I did that brainless idoit Showtime! I've already given you a beating once and would be happy to do so again. Why? Because I'm too cold to hold and too hot to handle! I'm "Goldenboy" and that's all there is to it!
(Camera fades as Ric makes his way over to the weights.)
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