Eli Drake is sat in a small office he rented out for his dealings with merchandise and sponsorships outside of EBWF. He sits down, twiddling with his fingers waiting for someone. A knock is heard at the door, we see outside his office door a girl, wearing a suit, young-ish, mid to late twenties, smartly dressed, she sees a sign on the door which says press for assistance underneath an intercom. She presses the button and she can hear the buzz in the office in front of her. A badly put on ladies voice announces itself over the intercom.

Eli (Elsa?): Good Morning, Office of Natural Dummies, how may I help?

A bit taken back by the unusual tone in this supposed ladies voice, the girl stutters but eventually responds.

Jennifer: Er- Hi? I have an interview with Mr. Drake at 10?

Eli (Elsa?): What's your name, ma'dear?
Jennifer: Jennifer Mitchell. I applied last week.
Eli (Elsa?): My apologies, Jennifer, please take a seat and Mr. Drake will be right with you.

Jennifer sat down on one of the two chairs which took up the hallway outside the office. She waited a couple of minutes and stared out of the window, picking up a magazine like she was waiting at the dentist. The office door opened and Eli Drake walked out, looking around.

Eli Drake: Jennifer? Jennifer Mitchell?

He spoke loudly, Jennifer looked around, noticing there is no one else in the hallway apart from herself, unsure to why he was looking around like that but she didn't want to ask questions, she stood up and he motioned with his hand for her to come into his office. She did, walked into his office and it was twice as small as the hallway she had just come from. She took a seat, the only one that wasn't occupied in front of the desk Eli had decided to sit behind.

Eli Drake: Thank you for coming, we'll try and get this done in swift fashion, I have a few interviews to get through before the end of the day.

Jennifer smiled cautiously, she had noticed no one else in the parking lot and no one else in the hallway. She nodded.

Eli Drake: I see you have worked for some famous people, have you ever worked for a professional wrestler before?

Jennifer shook her head.

Jennifer: No, sir. I have assisted singers and actors and the occasional model and recently been assisting social media creators.

Eli: Social media creators? Like Mark Zuckerberg and that guy who was everyone's friend on MySpace?

Jennifer: No, people who create content on social media sites, like Jake Paul and PewdiePie.

Eli: Pewdie-who? Pewdie-chu?

Jennifer: Never mind, look, Mr. Drake, I have seen your work, you're good at your job, my jobs is to make your job easier.

Eli: You're a wrestler too?

Jennifer: No sir, I can take charge of all the dealings you don't necessarily have to do, paperwork, negotiations, that sort of thing. I have a degree in business and economics, I majored in sports business and I could really do with this being a stepping stone in my career.

Eli: A stepping stone? Is that all I am to you? Look, you have the job, because you're the most qualified candidate I've had in.

Jennifer looked bemused when he said that, she looked like she was the only candidate.

Eli: But... I am not a stepping stone, I am a future EBWF Hall of Famer, I worked my ass off to get where I am today, last week I beat Dean Ambrose and this week I am up against The Miz, I'm being used as a stepping stone for people and Dean found out last week that I will not be used as a stepping stone to further anyones career but my own, I am done, tired and sick to the back teeth of letting people walk all over me, it's not going to happen anymore. Week on, Week out I work hard to prove to the management that I am a force to be reckoned with, I held my own, toe to toe with a former EBWF World Champion not two weeks ago, I gutted myself to the core to prove a point and I lost but I am back with a vengeance.

He said slamming his fist down on the table.

Eli: When I was a young boy I always dreamed of wrestling with the big guns, Hollywood Hulk Hogan, Scott Nash, Kevin Hall, Stung, Triple-Heitch. I am still feeling the beat down I got from PJ Black but last week I got out there and I beat Dean Ambrose, actually I didn't beat him, I humiliated him, ruined him. I train hard, go to the gym two times a day, run like no tomorrow and I'm halfway to retirement. I work tremendously hard and my last assistant didn't appreciate it. I get angry, I get stressed, my blood pressure gets high and I lash out, I shouldn't I should save it for the ring, but sometimes I forget. You have to accept that or leave. I have had my redemption story, Dean Ambrose was the first chapter, The Miz will be the second chapter and the third chapter will be the title. I need that championship around my waist. I am hungry, ready and determined to get to the top, no one, no matter how stylish they are, or how many films they have been in, no one will get in my way, they're all Dummies, yeah? That's a fact of life. You may leave.