Something to prove

The camera opens backstage, to Bryan Anderson sitting in the locker room in his wrestling attire, taping up his wrist.

Anderson: Last weeke was a fluke. How could I have let myself lose like that, and on my debut match of all nights? I did nothing but make a mockery of myself, and now everyone is going to see me as the guy who lost easily. They're not going to think I'm championship material, they probably think I'm nothing but a fool. I'm the laughing stock of this business, and it's all my fault.

Bryan stands up and smacks the lockers behind him in anger.

Anderson: It's not going to happen again! There's no way I'm going to go out there tonight and let Scream defeat me, no not tonight. Winning that world title, that's the only thing that going to prove to everyone here, that I am something, that I am worth being champion. This Scream guy is no joke though, he's not exactly an easy opponent. I have to be on the top of my game tonight. I have to do this for me, I have to do this for my family, I have to do this for my career. I'm destined to be the RWF champion, and somehow, some way I will be the first ever RWF champion. I've fought to long, and to long, not to be great. I want to be the top of this business, and I will be the face of the Real Wrestling Federation.

The door to the locker room opens and in walks in a stage hand.

Stage Hand: Um excuse me sir, I've just been sent to inform you that you have ten minutes until your entrance, so you need to get out there.

Anderson: Thanks, I'll be out there in just a minute.

The stage hand nods and walks out of the dressing room. Bryan walks around for a minute doing some warm ups before walking out the door. He puts his things away and walks towards the exit of the locker room.

Anderson: I will win this, and there's nothing the Scream can do about it.

Bryan opens the door and walks out toward the arena entrance.