"Sweet. Love that guy."
He smiles and slings his bag back over his shoulder. He walks past catering and steps in to pick up a bowl of rice and sauce and a bottle of water. He says thanks to the lady handing out food and makes his way to his locker room. He passes a lot of people who say Hi to him and he replies in kind. He gets stopped by a random worker.
"Hey Rob! Long time no see!"
"Yeah man, you too. Listen it'd be great to catch up but I gotta go get ready for Warfare, got a routine to keep too, you know?"
"Of course man, ill email you my number! Alright see ya!"
Rob waves to the man and enters the locker room, it is completely empty except for one man in a corner with an all black get up. Rob looks straight at him and says
"Whats up bro? We met before?"
"Hi Rob, I''m Jimmy, the Breakout Champion...you should probably know who I am..."
"You got a belt? Sweet man! You wanna know something weird?"
"Not really, but go on."
"So I just walked past like every big wig around here whilst being completely high, I even saw some mad shit, I saw Ziggler superkick a random worker!"
"Real professional Rob...Listen, im going to grab some food. I'm fuckin' starving. Touch my shit and die, alright?"
Rob smirks and laughs at Jimmy, he pats him on the back and Rob throws his bag on a bench. He goes into the front pocket and takes out a ziploc bag, inside is a baggie of weed and a small pipe, he looks at the ziploc bag and sighs. Rob puts it back where it was as he looks a bit sad. He decides to sit down and eat, he takes a look at Jimmy's Breakout Championship and continues eating. The scene fades to black.
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The scene re-opens with a video camera pointed at Rob in a selfie style. He taps the lens.
"Yo is this working? Yeah? Sweet! Alright, I have some stuff to talk about and some stuff to say or both, I dont know. Shit, ive confused myself....Raven! I beat you last week and it seems you've packed your bags huh? Sorry I was the one to do it but, I did warn you beforehand too. Anyway, whatever Scotty, you could never really handle real pressure anyway, I love you but you're officially done in Wrestling in my book. So now I have to focus my attention on my next opponent, David Colton!? Donald Clump!? Derrick Cooldude!? What's his name again?"
Rob reaches into his bag and brings out his laptop.
"Just checking my emails, this isnt a jab at you Mr. Opponent because I actually forget. Castle! Dalton Castle! That's who im facing, the effeminate Man Baby! He's the guy that looks like he'd rather be anywhere else but wrestling right? Looks like Cirque Du Soleil told him he's a bit too flamboyant. Whatever, I can say all the things about him but, there's no denying his talent plus I actually like his finish...doesnt mean i'm gonna take that finish though."
Rob put his laptop back in his bag and stood back up, he backed up a little bit and bent over and seemed to pick something up.
"That's the point though maybe, the Flamboyant WomanMan is extremely talented, he throws himself round like a cruiserweight but i've seen him pick up dudes 6 times his size. He reminds me of a young me, without all the feathers, of course. HOWEVER, I am not ready to put over some up and comer because I know for a fact I have a lot to give to this company and quite frankly I'm not letting someone like Dalton Castle put a damper on what I want to achieve. I haven't quite done it all in any company i've been at. Sure, I've won the major belt everywhere i've been but, i've never been treated as THE champion and i'm ready to take this company by storm and if it has to go through Mr. Castle then so be it."
Rob brings into shot the Breakout Championship.
"First stop is Dalton Castle, after that I'm taking this. Let's pretend that im just a dumb old pot smoker if it makes you feel better, but when I beat you I hope it doesnt eat you alive. If you are the thing that elevates me to the next level then I will win and nothing can stop me."
Rob looks towards past the camera.
"What did I fucking tell you Rob?!"
"Bro, i'm filming. Have some of my weed and calm the fuck down"
"You finish whatever the fuck you're doing and give me it back"
"Only if you hold the camera for me!"
Rob seems to hand the camera away and stands back.
"I'll do all of that because I am ROB...VAN...DAM!
Rob does his signature pose with the belt in one hand, after the pose he spins and kicks the camera out of the air. The scene fades away.
