Relaxing

[Cory]

"This message has been brought to you by One Percenter Productions™"

The message displayed in lieu of the usual EBWF logo across the bottom as the scene opened up on a sunny day in Boca Raton, the home of the One Percenter himself, EC3. It was a relaxing day at home today, a break from the usual workout grind. At the top of the luxury condominium building One Thousand Ocean in Boca Raton was the ocean penthouse where ECW was outstretched in a lounge chair, enjoying a well deserved time in the sun. The camera approached him just as he opened his eyes, wearing little more than some swim trunks. He looked at the camera and smiled.

EC3: Welcome to my not so humble abode, good cameraman! Hope security didn't give you too much trouble on the way up here. It's probably a little strange seeing a middle class contract employee making their way up to my condo.

Cameraman: Er, thanks.

EC3: You know, a lot of people seem to be shocked that I made it even one round further into the King of the Ring Tournament. They think a spoiled little brat like me couldn't fight their way out of a paper bag, much less slay in a tournament of supposedly the most talented dudes in the world. Maybe that's a sign of how good I am at this. But then again, maybe it shows all of us just how terrible the EBWF roster is. Case in point:

He grinned as he took a sip of some brightly colored cocktail beverage that rested on a table next to his lounge chair.

EC3: Edge. You see, this is where I'm sure the 243 scrubs before me would talk about how old he is, how he's a washed up has been that they dig up once a year to fill up a spot on a tournament or battle royale or something. But you know what? I'm a classy individual. I'm the One Percenter, damnit! I have dignity, respect, and I'm a man who attempts to walk in the shoes of my lessers so I know how they feel before I say something mean.

There was a small but awkward pause.

EC3: Edge is old.

He exhaled sharply.

EC3: I mean, what else am I supposed to say? It's true. It may not be original but the guy is what, forty something? And that all the stupid things he did while he was wrestling and he may as well be 65. He can't seriously believe that at this point in his career that he's going to get a win, right? I mean, he knows he's there just to make me look money, right?

Cameraman: Uh, I don't think he sees it that way dude.

EC3: Oh really?

EC3 stood up and put his hand on the shoulder of the cameraman and smiled.

EC3: I let you into my 15 million dollar penthouse condo, allow you to see the kind of home your wife wishes you had and this is how you treat me?

Cameraman: Just-- hey, what the hell? Give me that back!

The camera shook violently as it left the grip it was on and sailed over the edge of the balcony. It tumbled a few times before the scene suddenly went black.