*Fade in on Bobby Cage sitting in front of a big screen tv bouncing his son on his knee,the youngster babbling excitedly and pantomiming wrestling moves as they watch a recording of Cage's C.C. debut.*
Bobby Jr:Hahaha, you dropped him on his head daddy!
Cage:Damn right kiddo. Thats what I do,someone gives me an opponent and I beat their ass.
Bobby Jr:Ass!
Cage:Hey..don't let your mom hear you say that..I'll never hear the end of it...
*Cage looks over noticing the camera on for the first time.*
Cage:Christ Evan...wanna give a guy a little warning before you turn that thing on? How'm I gonna look tough bouncing a four year old on my knee?
Evan (from behind camera):Relax people eat the family man stuff up...
Jr looks over at the camera and apparently deciding he's not getting enough attention bellows out the word ass again prompting Cage to set him on the floor.
Cage:You run on into the kitchen and fetch me a beer alright brat?
The kid nods enthusiasticly and runs off leaving Cage and Evan to it.
Evan:So are you worried about Blaze of Glory?
Cage scoffs.
Cage:Do I look worried? My first match back in the day was a battle royal..beat fourteen other guys.How many other wrestlers you know that won a battle royal in their first match?
The camera jostles a bit as Evan shrugs.
Cage:Yeah I don't any others either,so no I ain't too concerned with it...I'll win or I won't. But...well lets face it chances are I will. Putting five other guys in the ring with me just gives me four asses over the usual one to kick,and more ass to kick makes me happy.
Jr runs back onto screen holding a budweiser,when his dad takes it he runs back out of the room screaming the word ass at the top of his lungs.Cage just shakes his head,pries the lid off the bottle and sits back with a sigh.
Cage:Hell I ain't even heard of any of these..well except Medieros and we all saw how well he fared against me...The whole gimmick match thing though,that has me curious. I mean not knowing WHAT kind of match...that can be a problem...then again as long as it ain't some steel cage reverse ladder match battle royal I doubt it will be too bad..who all am I fightin'....
He begins fumbling around on his end table looking for something.
Cage:Dee had a piece o' paper with everyone's names and win loss records..ah here it is..Lessee...
He scans over the paper.
Cage: Old Skool...Saw his match at Climax Control and what can I say other than 'Sorry Buddy but you're going home again a loser at the next show...'
Cage gives an exagerrated shrug and puts on a mock expression of sorrow before turning back to the paper.
Cage:Prime Time Matthew Kennedy...I saw this kids promo earlier this week..who the hell does he think he is writing me off as a nobody?You remember this nobody Kennedy take a good long look at this face,because the next time you see it is gonna be right before I knock your ass out...Mister Never won a match thinka he's better than me? Heh.
Cage takes another long sip of his beer.
Cage:Bo Dreamwolf...another one I don't really know anything about...but hey props to him for having a career to fall back on if I break his neck with a piledriver at B.o.G.
Hmm..who's next...The Jackal Adam Smith...
Cage shakes his head a bit.
Cage:Kid,I used to run with the real Jackal,Carlos the Jackal,the world's greatest sniper....I doubt you can live up to his moniker. Oh and who's this that's last on the list..my old friend Brandon.
Cage smiles widely into the camera.
Cage:Hey Brandon..how you doin' Buddy? How's the neck? For that matter how's your pride? You just remember Climax Control boy because if you show up at Blaze of Glory...well you're gonna be giving a repeat performance. Flat on your back while I pick up the win.
The camera fades out as we can still here Jr. running aorund the house in the background screaming his new favorite word.
