The cameras continue circling the outside of the AWA arena as it comes back from commercial.
Fans chanting, counting down the commercial break can be heard from inside.
At zero the cameras switch inside and circle the ecstatic AWA fans.
The arena seems to be an upgrade from usual. More seats,
bigger fancier VIP boxes, and neat squared away marbled flooring.
The Tron lights up and the cameraman is behind
a superstar whose standing outside the GM's office arguing with a Security Official.
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Corbin: Do you know who I am?
Do you even watch AWA?
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Official: Sir, it does not matter who you are,
nor whether or not I myself watch AWA. The fact
of the matter is...
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Corbin: Whoa, slow down... You DON'T watch AWA?
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Official: No sir, now can you please back
away from the door, You have til the count of 3
to leave or i will be forced to remove you.
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Corbin: Wait, How the hell can you work for AWA,
and NOT watch it?
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Official: Wrestling's fake.
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Corbin: Oh..
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Official: ..1..
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Corbin: I guess that makes sense,
I mean it's fake and all.
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Official: ..2..
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Corbin slams his fist viciously into the jaw of
the Security Official knocking him out cold and
backward through Arctic Terrors doorway.
Corbin leans down and pats the Security Officials cheek twice laughing.
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Corbin: That feel fake?
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Corbin steps over the Officials body into the GM's office.
Arctic Terror is sitting at his desk staring at the officer.
He rolls his eyes and looks up at Corbin.
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Arctic Terror: Do you have any idea how many of those
Officers I've had to replace this season?
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Corbin stomps toward Arctic Terror's desk and snatches his Laptop
turning it around to read it.
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Corbin: Corbin, Corbin, Corbin..
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Arctic Terror: And just what the hell do you think your doing?
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Corbin: Aha! Friday, December 3rd. Corbin "The Hysteric" Smith VS...
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Arctic Terror: Cody "The Lightning" Smith.
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Corbin slams the laptop closed and tosses it back on his desk.
He leans in face to face with Arctic Terror.
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Corbin: Im going to ask this only once.
Change that match to a Triple Threat...
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Arctic Terror leans in closer to The Hysteric mockingly as if telling a Secret.
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Arctic: And just who do you propose I put in that match?
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Corbin: Black Judgement, he doesn't have a match tonight.
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Arctic: I'm sorry but I was actually just finding him an opponent,
along with every other Deadly 6 member tonight.
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Corbin: No. Your going to put Black Judgement in that match.. or else..
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Arctic Terror laugh at The Hysterics ignorance.
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Arctic: or else what?
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Corbin: Or else I'm going to climb over this desk and beat
whatever life Scar left in you, OUT!
I'll make your name mean something, like queer eye to the straight guy.
I'll..
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Arctic Terror stands up tall towering over The Hysteric.
He cracks his knuckles and stares him down.
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Arctic: I'm here all Night.
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Corbin looks around pondering his decision.
Suddenly he slides his hand across Arctics desk sweeping all the contents
off and leaving them to scatter across the floor.
Corbin backs up step by step still facing Arctic Terror.
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Corbin: You'll be sorry Arctic...
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Corbin backs out of the door way as Arctic begins picking up
his belongings. Corbin lets out a low Howl from down the hall.
Tron goes black.
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