*Slam Jackson is backstage with Jay Phillips. He stands proud with the NRWL Championship around his waist.*
Jay Phillips: Slam Jackson! The NEW NRWL Champion. This must be an incredible feeling. How do you feel about becoming the top man in the company?
Slam Jackson: How do I feel? Me? I feel great! But more importantly, how does the Slamnation feel about becoming the NRWL Champions? Let me hear you!!!
*People from down the hall start cheering wildly, some random backstage employee steps into the camera eye and starts cheering, giving a fist pump in the air. Video cuts to various crowds of people from celebrations around the world, including the celebration of the Berlin Wall falling, New Years at Times Square, President Obama's Presidential victory speech from the 2008 election, and NRWL audiences.*
SJ: Simply incredible, isn't it Jason? All those people celebrating this incredible achievement.
JP: Yes. Yes, it is. Although, I'm pretty sure most of that footage was completely unrelated to your victory, or the NRWL in general. Regardless, the fans are very excited to celebrate your victory. Just prior to your match with Rex Anarchy, he threatened to take the NRWL Championship hostage, effectively removing it from the NRWL completely. So much history was at stake. So many legacies are defined by that belt you are wearing right now. Despite that amount of pressure to get the job done, you succeeded. What are your thoughts of the match itself and your opponent Rex Anarchy.
SJ: Jason, let's be clear. It's not my victory. The Slamnation won this belt! Let me hear you again!
*People begin cheering again from backstage. Streamers and confetti start falling from the ceiling. Jay looks up, confused. He mouths silently, 'When did that get set up,' and looks back at Slam.*
SJ: To answer your question, yes, the stakes were high, the pressure was on. Slam Jackson needed to be the victor or all was lost. Despite that, I knew that it was Rex Anarchy against an entire army. With the Slamnation behind me, I knew I had all the support I needed to get the job done. Rex Anarchy is a tough dude but in the end I beat him and saved the title from, what, the dumpster? Who knows! Now, about Rex... I'm not sure we'll be seeing him again any time soon. The NRWL can't be too happy about his antics. If he does come back though, he's welcome to try again. The Slamnation will stop you in your tracks! Isn't that right?!?
*Once again, people start cheering. Suddenly, Mark Blood steps into the interview with a smile on his face, a bottle of champaign and a Slam Jackson T-Shirt on.*
JP: Fans, it's Mark Blood! Mark, what are you doing here?
Mark Blood: Isn't it obvious, Jay? Slam Jackson is the new NRWL Champion. What a great moment in history this is. With all this celebrating, how could I not join my friend in the excitement. Congratulations, Slam. You are the new face of the NRWL.
SJ: Well thank you, Mark. You know, we go back a little ways, you and I kicked this whole season off with the first match in the tournament. It means a lot. Come here, brother.
*Both men embrace in a hug. Mark pats Slam on the back and they pull away.
MB: Well, lets really christen this championship victory. I have a bottle of bubbly here. I'd say it's time to crack it open and let the real celebrating begin!
SJ: You know I'm always good for a little partying! Let's do it.
*Mark Blood smiles and shakes his head, laughing to himself. As he goes to pull the cork, he suddenly flips the bottle in his hand and smashes it across Slam's head. Slam tumbles to the floor, bleeding. Mark starts kicking Slam viciously.
JP: Oh my god! Mark Blood! What has gotten into you?! Stop it!
*Mark Blood takes off his Slam T-Shirt and throws it on Slam. He turns to Jay, grabs the microphone from his hand, and shoves him off screen.*
MB: So here's the thing. We have a champion who is just a goofball throwing parties everywhere he goes. He doesn't present himself much like an athlete. For whatever reason, the fans eat this crap up. The NRWL is full of clowns like this guy. You've got guys who dress like they come off the street just looking for some money to buy a sandwich or a bottle of liquor. It's not just lately. It's been that way for years and the fans go on cheering for it because they don't know any better. Well, fans, it's time you get educated! I'll show you who you need to pay attention to. It's time to respect the guys with talent in the ring and not put up with these pre-packaged morons who get shoved in your face because their 'gimmicks' make them seem cool. You know why wrestling isn't 'cool' anymore? Why you people out there are too ashamed to wear the t-shirts in public? Why the sport isn't talked about in pop culture like it used to be? Because it's become a joke. People watch MMA now because the in-ring action is actually interesting! Cheering for a guy who can't pull off a suplex but can talk your ear off in the ring just doesn't make much sense. It worked years ago but it doesn't work now. I am going to change all that and make sure Slam Jackson is the last of the 'gimmick champions'. You will thank me when I'm done cleaning up this place.
*Mark Blood tosses the microphone off camera and looks down at Slam again. He nudges Slam's body with his foot and shakes his head with a disgusted look on his face and then walks off camera. Slam Jackson, NRWL Champion, is left unconscious on floor.
