Local hotel, Malaga, Spain
Old skool steps out of rented suv and hands the ballet his keys. "I'll be getting a wake up call around six in the morning so could you have my car ready and here by there." The ballet driver nods and assures him all will be taken care of taking his nap sack out from the back driver side seat.
As he enters the hotel he hears a soft familar yet shaking voice and smiles to himself with a shake of his head. "Well it had to happen at some point."
Rocky: Old Skool! Old Skool, we've been inform of your next match against the reinstated wrestler Steve Ramone The Fearless One. Any thoughts on how you will come out in this match?
Old Skool cocks an eye brow at Ms. Moutains before putting his bag down at the clerks desk.
Old Skool: Let me tell you Rocky any other man would have walked away by now. Any other wrestler would be saying to temselves..."I'm out of my league." This is not the case with the Sin-sational one. Bring it on Steve Ramone! Aint nothin to it but to do it!
Looking towards the cameraman with strong annoyance written across his face, then back to Rocky keeping a hard direct look at her as she swallows.
Rocky: Do you think ths will break the losing streak you've been on lately? I mea-
Rocky's speaking is drawn to a staggering halt as Old Skool places a finger upon her lips with raised eye brows.
He takes the microphone from her gently and points to the cameraman to keep focus on him.
Old Skool: Appearently my losing streak is an issue with the fans but I assure you this will end on this match I WILL be victorious. See Steve Ramone is not some young upstart he's a person who thinks he's going to rule all of SCW and I'm his stepping stone.
Let me clue you in on alittle secret...
The camera,an zooms in on Old Skool's face as he smiles slowly.
Old Skool: The only thing you're going to do is step ... out of that ring while the ref raises my hand in victory, and if you think thing one and thing two Cyrus and Andreas are going to do you any good let me tell you the monster of theMid-West, the top dog of Las Vegas, the Sin-sational One OOOOLLLLLLD SKOOOOOOOL will show you the era of greatness is on the raise and theres nothing or no one can do to stop it from here on out.
With a strong snarl he give Rocky Mountains the mic and walks back to the clerk.
The cameraman points the camera at Rocky who starts to speak when suddenly Old Skool grabs the mic with his left hand and her waist with the right and tips the mic up. Letting the crowd in the hotel settle abit...
Old Skool: HOOOOOLLLLLLAAAAAA AT YA BOOOOOIIIII!!!!!
With that he tosses the mic to the cameraman who catches it clumsily and dips Rocky Mountains in a dip wiggling is brow bringing her upright and spinning her to a sudden stop and grabs his bag heading to his room leaving her somewhat disheveled as the scene fades to black.
