Dick- You just can't get enough of Dick, can you? Well that's ok. I know Jarred is watching my every move. He has been watching all my latest movies and videos in what he calls studying and doing his homework. Actually I think he just has a little infactuation with Dick. That's ok though, I heard you run your mouth not too long ago just like you always do.
Dick rubs his hand over his cleanly shaven head and continues.
Dick- Jarred, you speak to me like I'm not giving our match the proper attention it deserves. What do you want? Do you want me to study your matches? I got news for you Jarred, I've watched you since you entered the WoW. I've seen your matches with Victor Dark, Quetzalcoatl, Brother Brimstone and the rest of the gang and I know your weaknesses. Come Monday on Malice, I'm going to explote those weaknesses and bring this ego trip of yours that I created to an end. yes, a "Legendary End" and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it.
Dick walks over to a large dumbell laying across from his weight bench. He picks it up and begins to do squats. As Dick continues it is obvios that he is taking his match with Jarred this Monday very seriously. Dick finishes his set and sets down the weights. He stretches a little, showing off his chiseled body. He looks back up and continues.
Dick- What don't you get Jarred? Your ego has created a cloud in your head concerning reality. If you spent half the time analyzing Dick you might see things as plain as day. I've told you time and time again that I entered this tournament for two reasons. One is to give you the wrestling lesson of your life and number two is to win the WoW championship. You see, unlike you Jarred, I've paid my dues. I'm already in line for a title run. You however, need to win this invitational if you want to move on to the upper enchelon of the card. Don't bother sending me a copy of the DVD. I know what I said, hell I said it Einstein and when I beat you 1, 2, 3 with "Total Devastation" in the middle of the ring I'm going to go on to complete part two of the plan. I will be the one that goes to Target Locked to face Justin Payne! The fans demand it, the WoW demands it, and there isn't a single thing you can do besides run your mouth.
Dick takes a seat on the end of the weight bench. He cracks his neck and continues.
Dick- Speaking of "Total Devastation", you say you've never felt the taste of my finisher. Well if your alter-ego "Demon Chylde" didn't have you full of your own shit, you would have no problems remembering last Monday. Let me refresh your memory.
Dick makes his way over to a remote sitting on top of his jacket. He clicks on the television hanging from the corner of the room and pushes play.
Nester- There's no chance your going to walk into Target Locked as the number one contender. As a matter of fact that spot is reserved for the man that's gonna kick your ass next week, Dick Gazinya. After you blow the invitational it will be too late for you to get the other slot because the Nesterman is going to have it when he wins tonights Royal Rumble. You see it's going to be the Nester-maniacs versus the Dick-heads at Target Locked for the undisputed WoW championship. The Nasty Dicks are going to explode in Madison Square Garden and your not invited!
Jarred drops his microphone and boots Nester in the gut in a fit of rage. Nester's gum falls out of his mouth as Jarred nails the Soul Reaver! The crowd is going nuts at the commotion as Jarred signals for the Legendary End! He heads to the turnbuckle but the camera turns around to see Dick Gazinya running through the crowd. Dick is dressed in full wrestling attire and carries a "Dick-Head" foam head from the NDE merchandise catalog. He hops the barrier as Jarred stand on the top rope. Dick runs up onto the apron and smashes Jarred so he falls down to the mat. As Jarred lays holding his head, Dick stands perched on the top turnbuckle and quickly nails the Total Devastation frogsplash. Meanwhile Nester is back up and begins taking turns with Dick stomping Jarred in the back of the head. The crowd gets even louder as "Never Gonna Stop" by Rob Zombie blairs throughout the arena. Chad HarZy runs from behind the curtain in his street clothes, carrying a steel chair and heads directly towards the ring. Dick and Nester scury under the ropes as they grab their titles and head back up the ramp while Chad HarZy stands over Jarred protecting him from the NDE with the chair. Dick and Nester stop on the ramp and taunt Chad until he begins to kick over Nester's interview set. Nester starts to head back down the ramp but Dick holds Nester back. The camera switches pack into the training facility as it focuses in on Dick.
Dick- You see, I left you screaming in pain. You were left for dead. The only thing that saved you was Chad HarZy and his steel chair. It's ok though. Nester went and took care of Chad HarZy later on that night in the parking lot. That's why he no-showed the Rumble. Chad won't be there to save you next week Jarred. Hell, nobody will be able to save you not even your lame alter-ego "Demon Chylde!"
Dick reaches for another bottle of water as he pops the cap and takes a sip. Dick puts the cap back on and tosses it over near his gym bag. He stands up and comes closer to the screen.
Dick- You have those eleven dollar words coming out of your two dollar mouth. You spit out lie after lie because your alter-ego has you fooled. You say I never reqested to get back in the ring with you? Damn, you just don't quit. I requested a rematch with you and HarZy but that couldn't happen because your lame ass partner wasn't up to the task. I wanted a rematch, especially after a bogus B-Pac ruined our match. You can brag about beating the NDE that night but all the "Dick-heads" know the truth. The truth is that B-Pac weilded his power in an attempt to screw Dick and the Nasties. It didn't work, you couldn't even beat me with a fast count. What do we do? We clear the ring with you two miserable scumbags and take it to B-Pac causing the DQ! The biggest win of your career Jarred. A DQ win nonetheless.
Dick stands up and tosses his black "NDE" t-shirt and his sunglasses on. He goes to grab his gym bag but stops and turns around. He removes his sunglasses and folds them up, sliding them on his shirt. He looks directly into the camera and speaks once more.
Dick- One more thing Jarred, your damn right B-Pac has faith in Dick. Let me let you in on a little history lesson son. Me and B-Pac made our highly anticipated debut on the same night here in the WoW some four months ago. We have yet to face but we have always both kept a close eye on each other. We both know that one day we will face. It's only inevitable and it's too bad that that jealousy over that just eats at you Jarred. You see, you'll never be featured in any kind of match with the caliber of a Richard Gazinya, B-Pac match. This will be a match of the ages when it finally happens. B-Pac may have screwed Dick a time or two but the fact is he knows what I am capable of. He knows just like everyone else that Dick will rise to the occasion this Monday on Malice. I always rise to the occasion when a high stakes match comes my way. Dick always delivers on Malice and that is fact! If you think I'm going to pray for fear of you, then you have another thing coming. Richard Gazinya doesn't pray, beg, or kiss anyones ass. I'm a technical marvel in that ring and when I meet you face to face, man to...well little man, (laughing) I'm going to make you beg like the bitch that you are. Keep letting that ego grow Jarred. I know where I stand, It's just too bad that you don't know nothing but Dick!
Dick retrieves his shades and slides them on his face. He grabs his gym bag and bottle of water as he leaves for the showers. The scene fades to black.
