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The scene opens with Trenton Snow, wearing a suit, sitting on a queen size bed...
“Lets make one thing PERFECTLY clear. When I outlast all of you, I will NOT, I repeat, will NOT, use the shot. I’m willing to sell my title opportunity to the highest bidder. All of you are desperate to become champion to fulfill an archaic notion that wearing a shiny gold belt automatically makes you the best on the planet. Stop trying. Kayla Jones-Snow is the best on the planet, you’re wasting your time. Can we put the discussion to rest?”
“Eh, probably not. Ego. Validation. Typical wrestling mumbo jumbo, it’s why I don’t bother competing full time. A good chunk of you annoy me with your desperation, makes me want to vomit. Good thing I’m on a boat. I can vomit into the ocean after the deed is done.”
“But I hear you asking, Trenton, if you are not here become Emerge Champion, why the hell are you wasting your time? I shouldn’t need to explain this to you simpletons. Meh, fine, have to fill up space. The reason I’m here... cash rules everything around me. Cream, get the money, dollar dollar bill simpletons”
“Most of you growing up saw professional wrestling as a means to do something you love to do. You sat on your couch, some in your mother's basement on a Saturday night watching grown men sweat it out in underwear. A light bulb went off in your head, wow, I should become a pro wrestler, so you spend your money on wrestling lessons. Kill your body beyond repair, compete for twenty years to wind up pushed around by the eighty children you sired on the road in a wheelchair. You look back fondly over wrestling in your underwear in front of perverts every single night, miss the good ole days.”
“What a waste of time.”
“If I am gonna sacrifice my body, no chance in hell I am doing it for the love of the sport. I’ll do it for money. I hate wrestling. Can’t stand it. The type of people wrestling manifest, can’t express enough how much I want to throw up. There is only one reason why I would put myself through it. Are we on the same page now?”
“One. Hundred. Thousand. Dollars.”
“That’s. It.”
“Drew. I want the one hundred thousand in singles. I will spread the money all over my bed. I will fulfill every mans fantasy, having sex with my wife on a pile of money.”
“Only two things left to do. Win. And see how much of a price do you people have for a chance at any title you want. Everyone has a price a wise man once said.”
“What’s yours?”
Trenton swarmly smirks. Scene fades.