MILLION DOLLAR MAN TED DIBIASE
Ted is seated in a plush den with various degrees hanging on the paneled walls. A large screen TV is broadcasting Tuesday Night Titans. Ted chuckles at the screen, then turns to the camera.
Ted: What's the matter Corey Major. Does the WCW give you a ... headache? HAHAHA! By my estimation, it's only fair that Dean Malenko arrive at a WWF event in person. After all, your entire TEAM entered a WCW ring last night.
Ted grabs the clicker and shuts the TV off as if it annoyed him.
Ted: At least we haven't stooped to the levels of Jim Neidhart... terrorizing my production team. But after reviewing the WWF production team's PAY STUBS, I concluded that they were ALREADY terrorized by their hourly rate! You get what you pay for, and after seeing only 15 minutes of TNT, I can verify that claim without a shadow of a doubt.
DiBiase stands up from his chair and faces the camera.
Ted: Let's just say this... that you Corey Major... and Neidhart... you can sit there and scarf down trough-fulls of Skittles and popcorn, but you should really be eating LUCKY CHARMS. Because up until this point, you've been LUCKY! With the kind of money I can throw around, I could make your lives a living hell.
Ted: In fact, next week...I just may DO that. The battle lines have been drawn. And next week on Raw... we declare war. That's exactly right... we've only been PLAYING up until now. But the games are over. Ruining Corey Major and Wild Chylde DiBiase is paramount on my priorities, and causing the WWF to file for Chapter Eleven will just be icing... on the cake!
Ted: Hahah! That's it. I'm the Million Dollar Man, Ted DiBiase. I CAN have my cake.. and eat it to. I CAN count my chickens before they hatch, and I put ALL my eggs in one basket. Why? Because I'm the Million Dollar Man, Ted DiBiase. And my money SAYS I can.
Ted reaches over to his desk and picks up a file marked 'Femme Fatales'. He wrinkles it slightly in his hand as his grip tightens.
Ted: And on the subject of money... the Femme Fatales... a WWF faction... who came quite CHEAP I might add....can't even hold their little band together for a few short weeks in order to cash in on the biggest pay day their entire FAMILIES put together have EVER seen. Atlantra has pulled out of the match completely.
Ted tosses the folder back on the desk. It slides off the other side, and Ted seems not to care.
Ted: The rule is.... don't rely on others to do things, that YOU can do better. I already have ONE mystery member for the Femme Fatales team at Summerslam. And very soon, you will learn that person's identity. But now... a NEW slot has been opened up. And it's time to fill IT. And the last thing I want to do is rely on Jim Cornette to fill this position. So I will take care of it. Cornette, you low class piece of filth, just hold your remaining members together long enough to let this match take place... and I will handle the rest.
Ted: Because EVERYBODY has a price... for the Million Dollar Man! HAHAHAH!!!
WILD CHYLDE DIBIASE
Wild Chylde goes to the door of Titan Towers and knocks.
Bam Bam: Yeah, who is it?
WC- It's Wild Chylde. I need to see Piper.
The door opens and Bam Bam appears.
Bam Bam- What do you need? He's real busy!
Wild Chylde whispers something into Bam Bam's ear and he looks suprised.
Bam Bam: Yeah, well, I guess... go on in.
Wild Chylde goes through and opens the door to Piper's office. Papers are in piles all about the room, and Roddy is sitting behind his desk, feet up. Snaked over and behind him is a long chain of paper clips. He throws the chain down and sits up.
Piper: Don't you know how to knock? Whaddya want?
Wild Chylde takes a seat, brushing a pile of papers off to do so.
WC- Roddy, I don't have anyone to escort me down the aisle at my wedding. I doubt Ted will change his mind at the last minute, so I was wondering if you would do it?
Piper: (looks shocked... then he grins) ME? Why... SURE! I'm a better President then ol' Teddy, and though I ain't YOUR pop, I'm a better FATHER, too.
Piper looks at a picture of Colt on his desk with a smile, then he looks at Wild Chylde.
Piper: I'd be honored to do it for ya!
WC- Thanks Roddy. I knew I could count on you.
She reaches out and shakes his hand. The camera fades to black.
BACK IN THE SHOWERS....
Steam rises up from the tiled walls and floors, obscuring the camera. Singing is heard in the background... it's Corey Major's voice, singing a Tripwire song.
The camera turns slightly... to show... SABLE! Sable is dressed in a towel and looks at the camera for a moment... then back towards the showers with a sly smile.
Sable: Wild Chylde DiBiase.... you're RUINED my dressing room. You've destroyed all of my clothes... so it looks like I'll have to go without EITHER for the time being.
The camera closes up onto her face.
Sable: But I don't think.. Corey... will mind.
Corey is still singing in the shower, oblivious to what's happening.
Sable: And Wild Chylde... you underdeveloped litle boy...I would stay away from this room for the next... oh... hour or so. For two reasons. First... you may not like what you see.... and second.... you may not like what you.... FEEL.
Sable motions with her head and the camera pans away from the showers to another section of the locker room. Steam still fills the room, obscuring another figure. This figure is feminine, with long black hair and holding a staff. The hint of the color green can be seen through the steam.
The camera moves back to Sable, who winks.
Sable: Stick to dressing rooms and manequins, little boy. They don't hit back.
The steam comes up denser and Sable turns toward the showers, where Corey's voice is still heard singing. She walks off in that direction, obscured by the steam. The camera fades out as the long-haired figure moves up in front of the showers, holding the staff.
