Scene: Old skool dressed in an all black attire but for his black and grey Air Force one's sits in the middle of the ring at Dinamo Polyvalent Hall where soon an ocean of wrestling fans will sit and cheer and holla at events to blow their mind young and old.
The titan tron above him plays the last two minutes of his previous match of the four way dance, and he can't help but laugh at the impact of the chair as it hits Shipman in the face over and over again as the film seemingly freezes in a loop to that very scene of the match.
Old Skool: Every time I look up at this I laugh because I know I didn't enough to hold that silent promise to myself but Bo Dreamwolf kept it for me whether he knew it or not to keep a title from the rejects.
Its all good though because now I'm going to finish the job with you Shipman. Original sinner? You don't know the meaning of the word! I think the term is no sin is greater than another. Read a book and learn a lesson.
Old Skool stands up and kicks the chair out from under him violently his breathing slowly coming under control.
Old Skool: So far with the exception of one match rejects have stood in my way for a title quest so now I'll return the favor. Every match, ever time you or any of you have a match I'm going to be there putting daggers in you while you wrestle I want you to feel the sin-sational one creepin up on you I want you to develope second sight cause I'm so close to you.
Then....when all is said and done and I get a title I'm going to drag you into a ring and beat you asses every time you think you can get a shot at ANY...belt I'm wearing.
I promise you sin will be the least of your worries when we get together Shitman you going to know why they call me Old Skool and why you will never....ever....forget that I am the SIN-SATIONAL ONE!!!
HOLLA AT YA BOOOOOOIIII!!!
Old Skool just stares as the camera draws close before fading to black.
