Scene opens at the busy Hartsfield-Jackson airport. The camera pans past dozens of people until it reaches Baron Corbin pulling his luggage behind him. Corbin is dressed in generic dark clothing. Seemingly he is attempting to avoid attention. He slips past a few people unnoticed but eventually is accosted by a guy in an AJ Styles shirt.
Fan: Oi! Corbin. You suck
Corbin turns to face the man. He stops and takes a step towards the man
Corbin: You suck? That's the best you can come up with? How's about this. You suck!. Your attitude stinks buddy. I'm not Baron all the time if you don't mind - I have feelings my friend and you have hurt them.
Corbin rolls his eyes
Fan: Oh, didn't realize you were such a sensitive soul. You're pathetic man
Corbin: I'm pathetic? What have you done for the world lately?
Corbin tries to walk away but the man keeps up with him
Fan: More than you! You're walking around with two belts but you're getting by on formalities.
Corbin: Formalities? Care to explain?
Fan: You're tag champion because Jimmy is dragging you through your matches. AJ and Seth would have the titles right now if it wasn't for underhanded tactics
Corbin: You're seriously full of it. I'm going to let you in on something - I am Breakout Champion and one half of the tag champions for a reason - both belts are on me because I one of the hottest prospects in the entire EBWF.
Fan: You think anybody buys that? I read the dirt sheets. I know what's going on.
Corbin: Oh? The dirt sheets? So you are enlightened. I didn't realise you had inside knowledge. Tell me, what exactly are the dirt sheets saying?
Fan: Your days are numbered
Corbin: Well shit! If Saint David of House Meltzer says that's the truth then that must be it. Morons. Don't believe everything you hear or read.
Fan: So you've signed a new contract?
Corbin: New contract? Where do they get this stuff? I'm going to put this as plainly as I can. Baron. Corbin. Is going. No. Where. I'm with EBWF for the long run.
Fan: For real?
Corbin: Yes. I don't care what you've read online, you're hearing it from the horse's mouth. I will be at Warfare and I will be taking down Enzo Amore.
Fan: Cool. Could you sign something for me?
Corbin looks at the fan, shakes his head and continues to walk away. He gets to a stand with brochures for local entertainment, pulls a sharpie from his bag, signs the document and throws it at the fan. It hits the fan in the chest and falls to the floor
Corbin: You people change your minds on a whim. Pathetic.
Corbin walks off as the fan scoops down and picks up the document
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Scene opens up backstage at Warfare, Corbin is now dressed for action. He has a bottle of water which he is pouring over his head.
Corbin: It seems there have been whispers going around that I am on the way out. Know what that is? Wishful thinking. That couldn't be further from the truth. There is too much unfinished business for me to even consider parting company with this place right now or in the near future. I have two belts right now. Who else can say that? Jimmy will be able to boast it when he inevitably takes the world title from AJ Styles' broken body. For now though I am the only one. I've been given a rough time lately, in the eyes of the so called wrestling journalists at least. Screw them and screw anybody who wants to doubt what I am capable of. Time and time again I have worn guys down, left them battered and bruised. Sometimes when I reflect on my actions I have sickened myself. My transition to where I am now has, admittedly, not been the smooth rise to the top I had dreamed when I first signed here but you know who is to blame for that? Not the dirt sheet writers. Not the management. Not the way I have been booked. Me! Baron Corbin, I am my own worst enemy. Self destructive by nature. You know what though? I wouldn't have it any other way.
Corbin shifts his head from side to side working out the kinks.
Corbin: Enough dwelling. Enough brooding. ENOUGH WHINING. On. To. The. Future. On. To. My rising stock. Getting back on track starts tonight, it starts with Enzo Amore. On paper this looks like a train wreck. How could a midget like Amore hope to take down a monster like me? It might look bad on paper but I have a feeling that reality is going to look a lot more bleak than even the theoretical ass kicking would look. I've talked in the past about making examples of people, of sending them packing with tails between their legs. My suspicions tell me that we're going to see the back of that loud mouthed idiot once I'm done with him. Enough chat for now. I'm going to let my actions speak for me. I know, shock right. Bigger and better things are coming. Literally Enzo, bigger than you. Better than you.
The scene fades