The World According To Me
Part 2

[ The scene opens up inside a large workout area. You can tell it's a workout area because of all the dumbbells and lifting equipment laying about the place. It's dark for the most part, a few windows letting in some light. You pan around the area, and you begin to hear someone grunting, almost moaning. Your feelings of anxiety creep up. You start to make your way towards the noise. It seems to be coming from the furthest corner of the room, and not surprisingly, in the darkest corner. The person there is nearly invisible in the darkness, all you can make out is a large dark figure, lifting free weights. There seems to be an eerie glow around him, but other than that, he's just a normal figure. His head lifts and he notices your advance. ]

Mystery Man:
Come no further. You come to the Mystery Man and you want to know who I am. You want to know why I have come. Sit, there. And I shall tell you what you need to know.

[ You take the seat that the Man in the shadows pointed to you, a small desk chair and you sit down. You point the camera up at the dark man and attempt to turn on your spotlight on the camera and he sees you. ]

Mystery Man:
Stop! Do NOT try to identify me or it will be the last interview you have the priviledge of taping. The time is almost at hand. The HWO Tournament is upon us and I can tell that some are taking this tournament seriously and others are not. I take everything seriously, so therefore, I'm prepared for whatever comes my way in Ottawa, Canada on Tuesday night. My first opponent is someone who calls himself Congrel. I must say, I'm not impressed with this plebian's interviews of late. He speaks of things in garbled words and his interviews are pointless. They all point to the fact of how incredibly stupid and futile any attempt he might have to win our first round match is. And I am somewhat familiar with his style. Who isn't? It's been played out and played down more times than we'd all like to admit. But still, he's trying, and for that, I give you credit, but Congrel, come Tuesday night, my victory over you will be short and sweet. But by then, you will KNOW who I am, and the mere fact that my name strikes fear into the hearts of BWO men will be enough to overpower you....but then, I must go to the next round...and face the winner of Hellfyre and Tombstone....

[ The Mystery Man stops lifting and drops the barbells down to the floor, causing a loud crash on the concrete. He sits down on the bench and thinks a moment, then stands back up and towels himself off. Throwing a couple of mock punches in the air, he continues. ]

Mystery Man:
I won't even bother speaking on those that are not preparing themselves for this tournament. It would be a waste of my time. They will be disposed of quickly and easily but the ones who have prepared. That's always the case in situations like this. You have people, men that feel their mere presence is enough to win them a match or two....but their opponent has prepared long and hard and there is no amount of presence that can prepare you for that. Still, Tombstone will be lucky to get by Hellfyre....but get by him he will do, I predict and then he will face me. Now, again, by this time Tuesday night, the entire BWO will know the identity of The Mystery Man, and Tombstone will know exactly what he will be going up against. Now Tombstone has worked very hard this week, I've watched him closely, and while he may have worked hard, it won't matter come Tuesday night. You see, I am the reason this HWO Tournament is being held. And whether or not you want to believe this, I am the one that will be the HWO Champion. The very first HWO Champion. And Tombstone, come Tuesday night, when you and the entire BWO are made aware of this Mystery....you will know why....*voice trails off*

[ The man picks up the free weights again and begins lifting them, doing curls with them with his arms. In the slightest sliver of light you see his muscles bulging and sweat pouring from his body. He continues to speak as he lifts the weights over and over and over. ]

Mystery Man:
And finally we come to the man who will probably give me my greatest challenge....Mr. South African Barbarian, Badoo Aboba....now I will admit, this man has worked hard and should he beat me, he in fact could claim that he earned it. I will hide nothing from you when I say that I am impressed by this man's preparation. And when he and meet in the finals of the HWO Tournament...after we have both fought through 2 matches to get to that point...after our bodies are weary and our minds tired....and we stand toe-to-toe in the center of the ring, big man to big man....it's up for grabs at that point. It's like a toss of the coin. Whichever way the wind blows. But that night...Tuesday night, it'll be blowing in my direction....Badoo, I know I'm ready for you, but can you honestly say you're ready for me? Think about it. First of all, you don't know who I am. You see this person lifting weights before you and you're impressed, but you don't truly know how to prepare for a match against an unknown man, do you? I've seen you in action already in the BWO. You looked good, but not good enough, I'm afraid. You have no idea what you're up against here, and you cannot possibly know how to prepare for me. And make no mistake, you will meet me in the Finals of the HWO Tournament on Tuesday night, of that I am 100% certain. And when we do meet, it will be helluva ride. But when my hand is raised and the HWO Championship belt is handed to me...and Jonny Hemp celebrates in the ring with me as the Chosen Champion, then you will all know...the entire BWO will know why I call myself....

[ Suddenly, from the other room, someone yells. ]

Person:
Hey, there's a telephone call for you....

Mystery Man:
I'll take it in here....

[ The Mystery Man lays down the free weights and reaches behind him and picks up the cordless phone laying on the bench. He presses the "TALK" button and speaks into the phone. ]

Mystery Man:
Hello? *pause* Yeah...this is him. Oh is that right? Excellent news....I knew they would get here sooner or later. Glad to know it's sooner rather than later. *pause* Rudolph, I want you to understand it means the world to me that you've decided to help them back....and put all these things in our past behind us. *pause* Yeah, we're gonna wreck some shit here in BWO, of that I guarantee....No....I don't think so. I don't see why not, Rudy....think about it....what kind of UberSlam would it be without a couple of UberStars? *laughs* Exactly my thoughts....well, I've gotta run....thanks for calling and see you next Tuesday....

[ The Mystery Man presses the "TALK" button again and the phone cuts off. Laying it down on the bench again, he turns towards you. You can almost sense him smiling at you as he speaks. ]

Mystery Man:
The plan is going perfectly....I will be crowned HWO Champion on Tuesday night, and my boys will be back in town....the ways.....it's beautiful....now go. I have more preparation to do. And you are stopping me.

[ Without hesitation, you stand up and start to exit out of the building. As you leave the workout room, you enter into some sort of lobby. A man is painted some letters on the window of the door that leads into the lobby. The letters he's painted so far read:

T U F

and he's painted what looks to be a "T" or something. You leave the room and leave the building out into the sunlight as the battery on the camera dies and the scene fades out to complete and total darkness and silence. ]