The scene opened up in what looked like a very luxurious locker room... Alberto laid on the couch with his wrestling boots resting on the arm of the couch... Alberto stretched his arms and smiled. Across his couch, in a comfortable looking chair sat the lovely Eve Torres, who wore a nicely fitted red dress, her thick framed caramel colored glasses gracefully resting over the fine bridge of her nose.
Eve Torres: Such. A. Shame...
Alberto nodded, raising both of his eyebrows and sighing.
Alberto del Rio: Yeah... Such a waste! I kinda feel sorry for the guy...
Eve Torres: Speaking of feeling sorry... Where is Ricardo?
Alberto del Rio: I'm sure he's getting a truck full of red roses and Alejandro Fernandez's new CD to give them to Maryse.
Eve Torres: Do you think he has a chance?
Alberto del Rio: Only time will tell...
Eve Torres: It's Maryse... Even I have a chance...
Both men chuckled and nodded. A knock on the door was heard next, Alberto stood up and opened the door to reveal Michael Cole, he was dressed in a black suit and a chalk colored button up shirt, with the neck popped in a failed effort to look cool. Alberto del Rio suprisingly wrapped an arm around the man's neck in a fraternal manner and pulled him in.
Alberto del Rio: Miguel! Que pasa? What's going on?
Michael Cole: Alberto, are you... Feeling alright?
Alberto del Rio: Better than ever! Come in, pasa, pasale hombre. (Come in my man!)
Michael looked puzzled at the sudden friendly ways of Alberto del Rio, who guided him to where he and Eve were sitting, Del Rio's diligent and lovely assistant waved at him... Alberto sat where he was and looked up at him.
Alberto del Rio: So Michael, what brings you here! Did the Ikedas suddenly remember I was alive?
Did they want me to stop the Shield? Or did they send you to tell me I'm fired? Because that's the only three things I can think of... Considering the last time you guys came up to me was at WrestleMania... When I wiped the entire ring with that Seth Rollins kid... You know? That is what pisses me of the most... You do things WRONG around here... You have such amazing, talented, charismatic superstars... And you have them feature... Every Two months? That's...
Eve Torres: Preposterous.
Alberto del Rio looked at the camera.
Alberto del Rio: My name is Alberto del Rio, you probably don't know that since I am not given the treatment I deserve around these parts... I am your Path To Glory Champion, but then again that title means nothing if I don't get to defend it... So I... What did I do with it?
Eve Torres: Ricardo has it, he's probably showing off in it somewhere...
Eve and Ricardo: Maryse...
Alberto del Rio: Anyway, I BROKE Seth Rollins in that ring... And I don't even get a pat on the back... I feel worse than Michael Cole, it is as if I was under him and the rest of the incompetent interviewers team here in the EBWF social Pyramid. EBWF has mistreated me, has misused my talent and charisma... So EBWF can rot in hell for what I care... I am sitting back, week after week... Watching those Shield guys RIP. YOUR. EBWF UNIVERSE. APART. And I'm loving it... As a matter of fact, I will take the opportunity to tell them, if they ever need monetary help, I'd be more than glad to fund a JUST CAUSE.
Michael Cole looked at Alberto, not knowing what to say.
Alberto del Rio: You probably are here to ask me what I think about my upcoming title defense against Damien Sandow at Death before Dishonor? Before you came I was discussing that with the lovely Eve... You see... Damien Sandow is just another proof of what EBWF does here... Great assets that any wrestling organization would love to have: Alberto del Rio, Paul Heyman... VANISHED! People like Damien Sandow and The Miz, forced into applause beggars and dancing monkeys for these fat american PERROS, in exchange for time out there before the cameras... Patético (Pathetic). Let me tell you something Señor Cole... When Damien Sandow first arrived to the EBWF, I was elated.
Alberto smiled, as if remembering that moment.
Alberto del Rio: I thought that finally, I had knocked some sense into the vain Ikeda heads. EBWF went out there and hired an intellectual savior, a scholar, someone worth of respect and admiration! Someone to educate these booing morons and cheering brainless idiots and their badly scribbled signs... But no! Sandow has been diminished, he has been turned into one more... One more attraction of the Ikeda fair traveling around the continent... The stinky, dumb canadians will be elated at the Ikeda freak show! They do not notice they have been blindfolded for far too long! They wouldn't recognize charisma and athleticism... Even if it locked them into the cross armbreaker.
Alberto winked into the camera.
Alberto del Rio: Damien Sandow was meant to be one of the greatest EBWF superstars to graze the mediocre fans here with his presence... But now he has been turned into one more loser! Un ignorante más, un tonto, un simplón y un perderdor! (One more Ignorant, dumb, simpletone and loser!).
Michael Cole: Sorry to contradict you Alberto but...
Alberto del Rio: Liar, you're not sorry to contradict me, your ignorance loves attacking real intellect, but go on.
Michael Cole: Damien Sandow has completely turned his luck around, he took the beast Brock Lesnar and beat him fair and square last wee...
Alberto del Rio: First, luck is for losers... Second, Brock Lesnar? You mean that guy who quit the UFC because his tummy had an owie? Did you forget I am an MMA fighter? Did you forget I've broken bones in that octagon with these bare hands? I am a warrior and I go out there every chance I get to prove it... Yo he probado una y otra vez que soy Dios hecho hombre(I've proven time and time again that I am God made into a man!) I did notice Damien Sandow chose luck and chance over intellectual superiority, but that just makes this match I'm having with him a lot shorter and less interesting. I'm terribly sorry the new, socially approved and intellectually impaired Damien Sandow has finally managed to turn his luck arou... Scratch that. I am terribly sorry someone like Damien Sandow even believes in luck, I am sorry he doesn't have the ability to mark a golden path with each step he takes unlike me. I am sorry he turned into something he swore to eradicate from the face of Earth... An Ignoramus. I am confident that he still remembers his anatomy... I am hopeful he is able to remember the name of the muscles, nerves and bones I am going to tear into with my cross armbreaker... Then he might realize luck doesn't exist... And probably, just probably he will turn back to be that extremely smart man every dumb american perro used to hate...
Alberto paused and looked into the camera... Winking slowly and offering a confident smirk.
Alberto del Rio: De nada. (You're Welcome). Michael?
Michael Cole: Yes?
Alberto del Rio: Get the FUCK out of my room.
Alberto had a smirk for Cole too, who walked out as the scene faded to black.
