We open up on Freakshow... More notably, we open up on Freakshow to the backdrop of an American Flag, blowing and rippling in the air. It is very likely green screened in there. The superstars head is tilted to the right, chin the air, looking up into the sky.. A very dignified, somber look. We hold here for a moment, before Freak begins to speak...
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"Ladies and gentlemen of C.A.W.F... I'm here to talk about a very important problem in our society today,"

Freakshow removes his sunglasses, folding them up, putting them away somewhere off screen, as the camera is quite close to his face. He turns, and looks into the camera...

"And that problem is..."

He pauses for just a moment of hesitation, almost struggling to gag up the word that he was thinking of. Then, like a stream of projectile vomit, like the most offensive of all swears, he said it..:

"Mexicans.."

His lip quivers a bit, he turns away from the camera, getting a bit emotional... Or so it seemed. Upon getting himself back together, he turns back to the camera, regaining his stoic nature surprisingly quick. He gaze returns to the lens.

"I came to this promotion, seeking something different.. I wanted to contribute to the scientific community, like a good American should," He smiled to himself, trying to look well intentioned. "Yes, a wrestling promotion, that's existence is for the advancement, of science," He chuckles to himself, before stopping abruptly..

"But it's never that simple is it? Things are rarely ever this well intentioned.. I should've realized it.." He pauses, appearing to be on the verge of fake tears, "Before it was too late... But you see, a clean slate, something new, is just the thing that appeals to a grizzled veteran like myself. Just the type of thing that, at this point in the my career, I need. Jaded by years and years in this harsh business.. Never really able to achieve the success I dreamed of, through no fault of my own,"

He frowns...

"So imagine my surprise, when I find out.. That under the employment of this company is...:

A Mexican"


Freak stops for a moment.. Letting his words sink in to the viewers of this transmission, and those in the audience. The whole time, he's staring a hole in the camera..

"And he's not here as a janitor. He's not here as a cook. He's not here to mow the lawn. He's a wrestler,"

Freak's eye twitches a bit..

"You might think to yourself that I'm overreacting, that I'm crazy. This isn't the first company to sink to this level. No, not at all. Far from it. It doesn't surprise me that some greaseball promoters need performers for below minimum wage. Happens all the time. But what DOES surprise me, is that the staff at ASaR, some of the brightest minds today, have allowed this mistake to happen... A funny thing happened though, maybe these scientists at ASaR do know what they're doing, as they put this man, in a match, with me."

He folds his arms, leaning back into his seat.

"Kid Omega, my opponent.. You have alot of potential. I think that you, could possibly be..."

He says without an ounce of humor-

"One of the best dish washers of all time. I see your strength and stamina in the ring, the strength and stamina needed to be a star worker for a roofing company. I see the grace and balance needed to become one of premier busboys today. And your comfort on the top rope could easily translate to the fearlessness needed by construction workers on tall buildings. That is what really hits home Omega. All the wasted potential. I know that you'll be a challenge at our upcoming match. You're a skilled wrestler, that's what makes this situation dangerous... Because:,"

Freakshow leans forward

"It starts with one Mexican Wrestler. Then it grows, it grows like a plague. Like an unstoppable, ubiquitous, all consuming, plague. Next thing you know, they're holding titles, owning companies, and /stealing our jobs./ So at our match, Kid, I plan on stopping the plague by stomping out you, the source, the rat, before it can even start. Nothing personal.

And I hope that the staff at ASaR know, that I'm not doing this for the advancement of my own career. I'm not doing this for titles. I'm not doing this for money, I'm not even doing this for science. As nice as all the things are, I'm doing this, to save America,"