Done?

[David]

The scene opens in a busy nightclub, lights are blinking incessantly, an indistinguishable music is blasting so loud that no one can actually hear anything of it other than a constant repetitive beat and bassline. People are shown dancing and having a good time, raising their fists. A few people are sitting at a booth, the camera zooms in on that booth, and in the center of it all, Dolph Ziggler sits, wearing a black jacket over a pink t-shirt, and black jeans. He has a shotglass in his hand, and a woman on each side.

"You know, I'm elligible for EBWF's hottie of the year. Which is to say, I've practically won the damn thing!" He says, smirking. "It's all just for show, really, I'm practically a shoe-in for the award. I mean, who's gonna beat me, that duckfaced idiot Tyler Breeze? He's about as relevant as a selfie stick, the novelty will wear off."

Ziggler chuckles at his own joke, and signals for the women to wait for him, as he picks up his phone.

"Hello? What do you... What? You're here? Can't a guy catch a break? Are you seri... WHAT?! I can't even ask if you're serious? Okay, fine, meet me outside."

Dolph hangs up, and tells the two women who were sitting at his booth to wait for him, and drink whatever they want, on his expense as they waited. As he walked out the door, he immediately found Coach, who came with a camera man.

"Really, Coach? What do you want from me?" He asks, annoyed at being removed from where he was.

"I wanted to get your opinion on your match with Zack Ryder, a guy to whom you're no stranger."

"My opinion? I'm going to put this as simple as possible, I'm not an enemy of Zack's, he's a cool guy, nice to hang out with. But I know what's really at stake here. This match is bigger than just a Warfare opener, and we know it."

"You are referring to the rumour of your disappearance, I assume."

"Yeah, I know my fate in EBWF depends on this one match, and I've heard it all. They say my time has passed, they say that I'm becoming a relic, they say I should quit while I'm ahead. And maybe they're right. Maybe guys who have been around as long as me shouldn't compete, that's why our World Champion is that young rookie Chris Jericho! Do you process sarcasm, Coach?"

"Uhm..."

"Figured you wouldn't, this whole age thing started when Breeze came in rehashing an old gimmick, for cheap attention, as if his schtick hasn't been done before. It started there, and it ends right here tonight, as I tell you that I will retire when I'm dead and buried. I'm the showoff, I'm Mr. Steal The Show and Your Girlfriend, and I am the greatest wrestler to ever run the ropes in all the companies I've been in. No disrespect intended to anyone, but to be the best, you gotta believe you're the best, and I am. Now, I'm willing to bet you want me to talk about Zack Ryder, huh?"

"That was actually the first question."

"Well, here goes. Zack, you're a cool guy, but I sort of have a problem with what you said before Fallout. You said, and I quote..." Dolph clears his throat, and tried to impersonate Zack Ryder. "Dolph is a pretty handsome guy, and so am I. Dolph is an incredibly gifted wrestler, and so am I. Dolph had an opportunity to be the number one contender for the EBWF Breakout Championship and so did I. Dolph Ziggler wants to be at the top of EBWF, and, So. Do. I."

Dolph then stared at the camera seriously.

"I'm gonna point out the wrong things you said, Zack-a-boy. I'm not pretty handsome, I am perfection personified. We are not incredibly gifted wrestlers, Zack, I'm a gift from the heavens, and you... You're alright, kid. I do agree with both of us having gotten the opportunity to challenge for the EBWF Breakout Championship, but your last statement is so insultingly wrong, bro. I'm sure you want to be at the top of EBWF, but I HAVE BEEN THERE, and I will be back, even if it means making you stare at pretty lights at the top of the arena. Zack, at Warfare, on Monday Night you and I will lock up, and I'm going to show you exactly how good I am, see all that I said were just words, it was showing off. On Monday, I'll back it up."

Ziggler turned his back to the camera, and walked back in the nightclub, to meet up with the women who awaited him still.

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OOC: I'm actively back, and I'd like to publically apologize for not being active. College can be a pain, but I figured out scheduling! Good luck to my opponent!