Idol Hotel & Casino

[The Idol Max Prophet]

[The scene opens pool side at the ultra luxurious "Idol Hotel and Casino" in beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada. It's a hot and sunny day. Perfect for our champion to relax by the pool and celebrate his historic victory this past Sunday at the Hell Frozen Over Pay per View.

A group of bikini clad women surround our champion rubbing him down with various tropical oils and serving him pina coladas. He lies in a chair
dressed in swim trunks that display the "Red Bull Racing" logo. A straw cowboy hat and mirrored aviator sunglasses help to keep the suns
rays from burning the face of our hero. YOUR hero. The USPW World Heavyweight Champion, "The Idol" Max Prophet!]

Idol - Ouch baby. Watch the back. I hit some fire on Sunday and my back is still hurting a little. Be careful. The Idol is sensitive.


[After a brutal contest with Phantom, The Idol cannot rest. For this Friday night on Freedom, The Idol must face 9 other men in an over the top Battle Royal for his title. But the training for that match can wait as The Idol enjoys rest and relaxation. Later, The Idol has some time planned with his new "spiritual adviser." No one knows the identity of The Idol's "spiritual adviser" and the person remains cloaked, their face hidden, the mysterious conversations with The Idol taking place behind closed doors. But it has seemed to help our hero stay grounded.

On either side of The Idol sits 2 tables. On top of one of these is the USPW World Heavyweight title he won from Phantom. On the other table
sits the USPW International World Heavyweight title. The Idol glances at both belts. A smile comes over his face. But not a smile of arrogance. A smile of accomplishment. As the women massage his body and care for his wounds, The Idol knows he was in a war. And now, he knows he is a target. There isn't any time for reflection. That day will come.

The Idol lowers his head and lets one of the women begin to work on his neck and shoulders. He takes a sip of his drink. It's good to be The Idol. It's good to be The King.]

Idol - Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the newly constructed "Idol Hotel and Casino" here in beautiful, sunny, Las Vegas, Nevada! Sun is shining. Birds are singing. Hopefully, my match at last Sunday's Pay Per View has put the doubt to rest. The Idol is your undisputed champion. That's right. You see, Phantom thought he had The Idol figured out. He thought he had his ducks all in a row. But, not only did The Idol make a historic return to the ring, but I out wrestled the guy...plain and simple. But, more than that is that The Idol out smarted Phantom. That's right. I'm smarter than he is. And sometimes it's
better to be smart than anything else in the world. I have to admit, after the stuff Tyson pulled on Freedom a couple weeks ago, I was a little worried about him. But, honestly, he ref'd a fine match. Straight down the middle. And now, I'm sitting here at the pool with not one but 2 titles. The first is my USPW International World Heavyweight Championship given to me by Matt Mischoff. The other is my USPW World Heavyweight Championship which I took from that serial masturbater Phantom. Sure, The Idol has some bumps and bruises. But nothing that a little gold around my waist can't cure. Now, I am your undisputed USPW champion. And I'm going to restore dignity and honor to this fed and to my titles.



[The Idol lies on his stomach as the women treat the burns on his back from the Inferno match at the pay per view]

Idol - These burns aren't too bad. I can only imagine the sting of pride that Phantom is feeling. Having been out-witted by the greatest in ring performer of all time. But The Idol has other things on his mind. One of those things is making my faction D.W.I. the greatest force in professional wrestling today. I'm joined by my good friend Matt Hawk. Who else is in DWI you may ask? All questions will be answered, but for now, I have to think about this Friday and the 10 Man Battle Royal. I have to think about retaining my gold. Shouldn't be that hard as I don't see much competition in the ring with me. Of course, Phantom will be there, trying to get revenge. But try as he might, there's only one Idol and if I out smarted him once, I'll do it again. But I probably won't have to worry about him. His mind can't handle this loss. His body can't take another ass whipping. He'll be thrown out fairly quickly I assume.

Predator will be there. Now here's a guy that really makes me sick. I, along with Matt Hawk, helped make this dude what he is. Trained him. Gave him his name. Helped him get gold around his waist back in the day. And what kind of thanks do I get? Predator, I'm only gonna tell you this one time homeboy, you better ask yourself a question this week. You better ask yourself, "Where does my allegiance lie?" Who's side are you on bro? You've let me down my student. So, if Hawk didn't whip your ass enough, then I'm gonna finish the job this Friday.

A lot of these guys, I don't even know who they are. They aren't even on my radar screen. I see Mischoff is involved and that's a good thing.
Because with Mischoff in the ring, you can be damn sure things will be called fair and square. Right down the middle. That's all I ask for.






Idol - Here I am. Covered in oil with beautiful women doing whatever I ask. And where is Phantom? I'll tell you where he is. At home sucking his thumb and crying to Mischoff and Cloe about how he got outsmarted by the DNA of professional wrestling. Don't worry Phantom, it happens to the best of us.Or, should I call you Stef? Stef, you got really upset when you discovered that Emily had given me what she never gave you. Her virginity and a child. My daughter Maxine. You think you can stop me? You never had a chance. You see Stef, you made it personal. The Idol generally dislikes you. I'm not worried about this Friday's Battle Royal. Why? Because I've got you figured out kid. I'm 10 moves ahead. I'm smarter. And I've got more surprises in store. Just when you thought you'd figured out the answer you found out the answer you had was dead wrong.

[The Idol sips from his drink as a woman applies more oil]

Idol - So, I'm not worried at all about this Battle Royal. I'll have Mischoff in the ring making sure things work out fair and square. Most of the guys involved are just curtain jerkers that couldn't hold my jock strap. I was doing this while your mom was making you mac and cheese for supper. In fact, I had a little kid ask me today, "Mr. Idol?" And I said, "Yeah kid whats up?" And the kid said, "Are you going to win the Battle Royal this Friday?" And you know what I said? Nothing. I didn't say a damn thing. In fact, I slapped that little bastard across his fat face for ever questioning the power of The Idol. Then I did something his mommy should have done a long time ago. Same thing Predator's mommy and Phantom's mommy should have done to them. I pulled that kid over my knee and beat the holy living hell out of him. He was screaming. Snot was coming out of his nose. Slobber and spit were everywhere. And he begged me to stop. When I finally did get finished beating him within an inch of his life, that little brat had absolutely no question as to what the most powerful force in the world today is, was, and forever shall be. That's Idol Power.

Phantom, you can do all the dark, creepy shit you want. You can sit in a cave. Play with a lighter. You can go on dates and scare chicks with your psycho schizophrenia. Talking to yourself. You can do all the days of our lives bullshit and children of the corn stuff that you want. Let Emily lie to you some more. But I hope the truth is starting to set in. You found out when hell froze over that Idol rules USPW. And before this Battle Royal, if you have any questions, I mean, if you forget, just for a second that you're in my world now. If you look around for your belt and you can't find it and you remember that it's now around my waist along with the USPW International World Heavyweight title making me the Undisputed USPW champion. Yeah bro. If you somehow forget all this during the week, pick up the phone and call Predator or call the ex-USPW writer Dale or call any of my past opponents who thought they could slip by me. They thought they had what it took to take me out. One on one, I've never been defeated. I told them all. I told you Phantom. But you were a non-believer. Look down the trail of tears at all the bodies lying on the ground. Dying of thirst. Dying of hunger. Oh yeah. The trail of tears that The Idol has left throughout his illustrious career. Call any one of those guys and they'll explain. They all have different stories to tell. But it's all variations on the same theme. But, they all have one thing in common. Because as they slowly rot in hell, screaming from the abyss, the one phrase they'll repeat over and over again is the one phrase you don't want to hear. But, it's the one piece of wisdom they all share. Common knowledge that in the end just might save you from following in their footsteps. It's a crumb of truth that might save you from rotting alongside of them. They'll tell you that IDOL RULES THE DAMN WORLD. And that's the 5 words that can help you. Say it with me. IDOL RULES THE DAMN WORLD. Say it again. IDOL RULES THE DAMN WORLD. Keep saying it until you finally believe it because this Friday, I'm gonna prove it again and again and again and I'm gonna keep proving it until you either walk with Idol, or you rot in hell alongside the other lost souls that couldn't be saved.