Stacey Clark, the hardest working woman in show business is running to catch up with the Shogun of Harlem, Tre Golden. Who’s preparing to leave in his black SUV.
Stacey: Tre I see you’re heading out for the evening, but I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on last week's match.
Tre throws his bag into the back with force and turns to Stacey, a clear look of annoyance etched across his face. He pretends to be cheerful and answers Stacey.
Tre: To be honest I’m pretty pissed off about it to be honest. But that’s what I get for being me you know? I accepted the challenge laid out in front of me like I always do. Every challenge I’ve ever had. And it’s bit me time after time. But I keep at it because at the end of the day no one will call me a coward.
Tre stops and ponders for a second before taking off his sunglasses and pins it to his t-shirt. He makes direct eye contact with Stacey.
Tre: But before I continue can I ask you a question Stacey?
Tre:I….. I don’t think it would hurt anything, go ahead.
Tre: Is this a sport? Like are we in active competition when we walk through that curtain?
Tre: I’m asking because, I look around here and I see no one attempting to be the best, no one going out there and putting it all on the line.
Tre: We’re supposed to be here in this sport and especially this promotion to show who’s the best at any given moment. That’s what those belts represent; they validate your right to the title of champion.
Tre: But we criticize those who chase glory? Isn’t that the dumbest thing I’ve heard in my life. Since day one Stacey I’ve been here to be the best in the world and have my name enshrined in that hall one day. Since day one I’ve chased the strongest champions I could find unlike my contemporaries.
Tre: Everywhere you look you see people running and hiding, sneak attacks, having someone fight your battles for you?
Tre: People getting title matches after sucking up to management or politicking with their little friends in the back. Every week, every fucking show.
He pulls Stacey in close.
Tre:[/B] Let me reveal a little secret to you Stacey, they sit in the back here and plot against each other in their little circle jerks, and try to pick every little contender they think they have a chance against. One particular Hall of famer would call them a bunch of Sissies.
Tre shakes his fro in disgust.
Tre: It’s pathetic…..
Tre: They like to whisper about what I deserve Stacey, but the thing is I Decide what I Fucking deserve.
Tre laughs to himself.
Tre: You know for someone not relevant my stays in everyone’s fucking mouth.
Tre: I want a match with the winner of the FI. Don’t have to put anything on the line, just put up your pride. Give these fans what they deserve.
Tre: My plans besides that? Keeping working my ass off, make myself Undeniable, make these fans demand I get Adam or Miguel.
Tre: You wanted my thoughts, you got them, now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go punch some things.
Tre gets in his SUV and slams the door. He speeds away as Stacey turns to the camera for a sign off.
Stacey: Direct from the source! Back to the action!
