Welcome to IUWF

*The arena goes dark, and the video screens show a huge, bright casino from a distance. Slowly, the camera zooms in towards the casino - then, suddenly, the shot swings around to the side of the building... then, slowly towards the back of the building. Gradually, the shot tightens into a darkened allyway behind the massive building, and a door swings open. A large man is forced through the door, and very quickly behind him, comes an even larger man - an intense, powerful man, with an iron grip on the first man's shoulder and arm. The man doing the forcing rams his hapless victim into the brick wall opposite them, releases his grasp, and spins him around to face him. The roughed-up man, his eyes blackened and his lips bloodied, sputters and coughs.*
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Roughed-Up Man: "Hh... Who... Why?"
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"Security. I told you, I'm with Security. You were caught cheating - an' we don't tolerate cheaters here, sir."
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Roughed-Up Man: "You... you broke my freakin' ribs! My face is smashed in! I'm gonna sue the crap outta this place, an' you, an' I'm gonna have your dang, job!!"
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"Funny you should say that - see, I wouldn't normally react like that to someone trying to 'stand-up' to me... but, this just happens to be my last night. So I figured, I'd have some fun. Especially when you decided you were a tough-guy."
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Roughed-Up Man: "Well wherever you're going, I hope for your sake they're lookin' for a violent son-of-a-gun, cuz that's what they're gettin'!"
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"Ha! Funny you should say that, too! See, I'm gonna be a Wrestler - I'm goin' to IUWF. So you might call this a bit of a practice run for me. There's gonna be a lot more faces lookin' like that in the not-too-distant future! You remember the name Tyler Collins, and just watch... cuz Dreams will be Shattered - fast!"
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*Tyler grabs the man by the collar, swifty knee-lifts him in the midsection, and tosses the groaning, hapless cheater into a large pile of rat-infested garbage in the alley. Tyler smiles, and chuckles as the camera closes in for a tight shot of his face, and the shot fades to black. The lights come back up in the arena, and the crowd cheers.*