You Asked For It. You Got It. Toyota!

“You know something…” Frankie’s voice is heard. The camera fades in on him with his hands behind his head, leaning back in a comfy office chair. He appears to be inside the office of IC3, evident by the name plate on the front of the desk. He casually stretches his legs onto IC3’s desk, crossing his feet at the ankles with the right one over the left.

“My Mother always told me something when I was little whenever there was the slight chance that I got something I wanted yet it turns out I didn’t want it at all, and that’s ‘you want it, you got it, Toyota.’ I never really understood what that meant until I got older, and realized not only what it means, but that she fucked up the commercial. It’s ‘you asked for it, you got it. Toyota.’ I guess it’s something us Italians do, we fuck up sayings and all of that, not to mention knee caps.” He snickers.

“But you all know why I’m here, it’s to talk to someone who asked for it and is getting it, Toyota, and that’s Nikki Venom.”

He stretches his arms above his head, “Ahh, this chair really is comfortable. You know, maybe I really should sue IC3 for everything he has for breaching my contract a while back and start running things. That’d be great, huh?” That trademark, shit-eating grin of his appears on his face. He nods his head, “But naaaah, too easy. But you know what? Let’s speak on that right now, Nikki. Since you’ve brought up my contract. No, the fans don’t need to care about my contract. The competitors like you do, though. People like IC3, they need to care. I’ll show you why guys like you need to care. I’ll show you why people like you need to care in just a minute, because I have a little tape that I KNOW you’ll want to see!” That grin is plastered on his face once more as he casually rocks in his chair to his left and right some repeatedly.

“But in due time. Instead, I want to talk about how Nikki Venom called me a baby. Awwww!” He mockingly pouts. “Dat’s not niiiice! I fought you wuz my fwiend! Heh heh. I thought you were supposed to be Mr. Kindness. Didn’t that afghan woman you made up in your head because you can’t get a real girlfriend once say something about you having respect and kindness? That’s funny because in the past few weeks, you’ve been doing quite the opposite. I mean, didn’t you ask the people if they want the Nikki Venom that’ll commit murder in the ring on Jorge Santos? Commit murder… the thing you commended Silas Romero on for not saying he would do, commending him on not making a promise he couldn’t keep? And then you shit on Logan Brock for making such a promise when honestly, I don’t know what promos you’ve been watching because I didn’t see him make such a promise.” He shrugs casually. “Then you want to drag Silas’ lifeless corpse from the back, but hey, don’t anybody say they’re going to kill anyone in a promo, because that’s unkind… except for when Nikki Venom does it, that’s all right. Nikki Venom is a kind man, after all. I mean, he told a young man who migrated all the way from Mexico that he’s worthless trash and he’s gonna kill him. Wow.” His eyes widen. “Got something against Mexicans too there, buddy?” He shakes his head slowly. “Speaking of Mexicans, let me get back on topic for a second. You wanna call me a baby for apparently whining that I didn’t get a like on facebook or a tweet from fans when I was down in Mexico? Naw, it ain’t like that, pahtnah! I was trying to say, since you apparently don’t get it, that these people want to boo me, and that’s fine, but now that I’m back in Missouri wrecking First Class, they want to cheer for me? Naw, fuck that! They flip flop as much as you do! And it’s got nothing to do with them living in Missouri and not following me to Mexico either Nikki because… well… there’s a little thing called the Internet. Apparently you and your made up duo have heard of it since they’ve mentioned Etsy. And made up that I shop on it, now that I’m on it. So not only did they get made up in your head, but they make up bullshit that others do. Why would I want to shop on a site that mostly has young women on it trying to sell their ‘art’ instead of actually getting outside to get money. Get a real job! Anyway, the internet is a powerful thing, Nikki. You'd know it if you weren't some hobo wrestling for scraps with." He pauses, saying in the tune of the old Christmas story. "Visions of little girls dancing in your head. So, you see, with the Internet, people from Missouri, or all over the WOOORLD… can follow what I was doing in Mexico. But they don’t care, until I wreck the people they dislike. You see now? Do you understand? I had to explain the internet to you. But I’m sure you knew all about the internet. I’m sure you’re the type to get on there and insult people on message boards, order pizza online, and then spank off to anime porn while you wait for it. Oh, wait, the insult people on message boards part is inaccurate, right? Because you have that lil monochrome girl say it’s not your style to speak ill but look at what you’ve been doing, throwing shade on me about how I’m going to PUNK… people, throwing shade at LeBroc Harris and others, but no, that’s not your style. Respect and Kindness, right?” He pauses, eyes lighting up. “Ahh, you know what? I bet you thought I was gonna make a sexual predator joke in there with the online stuff, didn’t you?” He grins. “Didn’t you? Well, you’re the one who's got a little girl talking about a bigger dick contest and saying ‘take it.’ So who’s the sexual predator now? I dunno you tell me. You’re the one who admitted to making up girls in your head.” He laughs. “You happy now? You got me all to yourself big boy. You’ve got no Barrel in a promo with me. Which if you know me like you seem to think you do, you’d know I don’t need anyone in my promos. But I guess you’re going to get upset now because IC3 is about to be in this one. Roll it, camera guys!” He spins his right forefinger up in the air as a video plays from after the last Unstoppable. Frankie goes into IC3’s office while IC3 is signing some paper.

Frankie: I want Nikki Venom!

IC3: Why?

Frankie: He’s been throwing shade! And you know I can get him. My contract, after all. He’s been throwing shade, and I schooled him tonight, so now I want to school him in a match!

IC3: But he hasn’t done anything to earn a title match, or even a non title match against you. Tommy Montana has that right right now.

Frankie: And he’ll get his time. Let me have Nikki. Non-title. You know you’re not happy with Nikki either!

IC3: I’m not. I’m not happy with him. I specifically instruct each and every single one of you to promote each match and when to submit them and if you don't do it, that doesn't just hurt me, but business as a whole. You are supposed to make the fans care about the match. No matter how much you and I don't see eye to eye, Frankie, you at least have to see that. It's good business!

Frankie: Of course I do! But Nikki Venom apparently doesn’t!

IC3: Fine! You’ve got your match, but if he somehow pulls up the upset, don’t come crying to me!

We cut back to Frankie now. “There. Still respect him now? Still think he gave you this match ‘cuz you earned it? Still want to tell the fans, that you apparently give a shit about now, that if they work hard at something, they’ll get it? Last I checked, IC3 employs me, not these fans, and while I don’t like him, I’m working for MSW and crushing his men and doing what I want and getting paid for it. So piss off with that. Like I said in my first video, you’re welcome for that main event spot. And I ain’t done with you like you claim you’re done with me. You asked for it. You got it. Toyota! Capital Poo is great, by the way. I’ll give you that. It’s great because we shit dollars and piss change. BIATCH! See you when I see you!”

The camera fades to Cocheese spinning in the chair, “Weeeeeee!”