Wow. A reply to Damien Collins. From one 'Real Deal' to another, Damien, I hope you're ready for what's about to transpire. I hope you realize exactly what this means. Because...

Neddy GT: "He took my girl, Bink. And plus, people are calling him the next...."

Open our scene today in the hallway of some hotel. Some may call it a suite- but Neddy calls it a crapfest and a half. It's Neddy and his ever-lasting Agent/Manager, Harold Binkle. Neddy pauses at the word 'next', all Rock-like, and extends his hand, and twirls t as he says:

Neddy GT: "... Superstar."

He hangs on this word, peircing his eyes into Bink's, who seems not to realize what this means. It's big. It's huge. Neddy is the 'Superstar', the only Superstar, dammit. He blatantly stole the name from Billy Graham waaaaay back in the day.

Bink just blinks though.

Bink: "Well, he is talented, and I can see why they think he'll be the next breakout star."

Neddy GT: "Tell me something Bink...."

Bink: "Yes, Supes?"

Neddy GT: "What do the five fingers say to the face?"

Bink: "I don't know, wh-"

SLAP! And a half, dammit. How dare Bink be so stupid today?

Bink: "Ouch, Supes. Very ouch."

Bink rubs his face. Neddy just shakes his head.

Neddy GT: "I can't believe you, Bink. I simply cannot believe you. I mean HELLO! I AM the Superstar. I made this place what it is. Hell, I even us a 'Superkick'. SUPER. I am SUPER. Supes. I am da man. When people face me, they dance with destiny, baby, and I don't mean Burnout's crackwhore girlfriend. I mean the REAL destiny. That thing that guides your life through all the events of your life."

Bink: "I thought that was fate?"

Neddy GT: "No, fate's the bad half. Like the Force, it's two different sides. Fate's the Darkside, you're always 'fated' to die, or 'fated' to get ran over by a milk truck. When you use the word 'destiny', you're talking big time good things. You're destined to lead a great nation, or destined to be the greatest champion of all time."

Bink: "Oh... Makes sense, I guess."

Neddy GT: "This hotel is a damn rathole. You see, Damien Collins is fated to stay here, whereas I am destined to bunk up in the Mariot. THE Mariot, Bink. Ric Flair stayed there. In fact, Ric Flair and I have alot of things in common, minus the sagging tits down to his knees. I mean, Ric Flair spells his name Are-Eye-See, and I'm the In-Eye-See. Plus, like... we're both legends and shit-"

Bink: "I thought you didn't like the term 'legend'."

Neddy GT: "What I don't like is a bunch of potheads with nothing better to do than order around a few kids calling themselves that, or Roxy and Syck. I hate when they use it. A legend, man... a legend breaks ground, and I think everyone will agree that I LITERALLY broke ground whem my ass went through that Cell. I made Hartnell into a star at Fade 2 Black, and by god, I will make someone else a star soon. And if people want to think of Damien Collins as the next Superstar, if people think he reminds them of me, then BY GOD... I shall make him pay for their misunderstandings. I'm gonna crucify this kid; and I'm gonna bust him up so bad, he runs right off the Super-Show, and back to that half ass OOC Fest called RAGE. How fitting, isn't it? RAGE has all those people raging. But there's one raging person on Meltdown, and dammit, it's me.Now by God, Bink, get out of my way, because I'm gonna give this kid a piece of my mind."

Bink: "Uh, Supes... the door is behind you."

Neddy GT: "Riiight."

Neddy turns around and winds up as if to knock the door down, off it's hinges and barrel in through the room like Rambo into a toilet after taking exlax. But, at the last second, he lightly raps upon the door.

The rapping, the tapping, at Damien Collins' Hotel door. If any of you caught that part was ripped off "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe, you get a cookie! Too bad you crackheads don't know shit, huh? The door opens after the third rapping tapping at the hotel room door, and John Carny, Damien Collins' own little version of the Binkster greets the two men.

John Carny: "Can I help you?"

Neddy GT: "Maybe you can help me by washing my car one day, you no talent hack! You piece of crap, you think you can waltz into this damn company, and rip to shreds at the seems what i worked for down to my bone, you damn kid, I'm gonna run your face through with my fist, and I'm gonna do alot of other physically hurtful things, and maybe stuff my foot so far up your ass, your tongue's gonna have Nike embrodered on it-"

John Carny: "You must be here for Damien. Hold on a second."

He shuts the door and Neddy's confused.

Bink: "You realize that wasn't Damien, right?"

Neddy GT: "Well, hell, now I do. Thanks for warning me, Bink. I'm really starting to wonder just why the hell I pay you at all."

Bink: "I thought you knew who Damien Collin was."

Neddy GT: "I don't know, man. All these rookies look the same to me. In fact, I dare say if you've seen one, you've probably seen them all."

The door opens, and we see Damien Collins.

Damien Collins: "Are you here for an autograph? It's not the official signing times, as including in today's paper, but, I can't turn down a fan, so give me a pad, paper, or your girlfriend's breast, and a pen, and I can hook you up with an athentic autograph, signed by me, the Real Deal Damien Collins."

Neddy GT: "This guy sounds like a recording. Think he's real, Bink?"

Damien Collins: "Of course I'm real. I'm-"

DC poses like... the GINYU FORCE!!!

Damien Collins: "THE REAL DEAL! DA DA!"

Neddy GT: "That's cute kid. Now, I just said a whole freakin lot to your manager just five seconds ago, but I'm so fucked up on pain killers that I couldn't be arsed to remember half of it. So instead, Im gonna give you some advice."

Damien Collins: "Well, that's good of you, sir. I mean, I'm a wrestler, but I do dabble in stocks-trading some, and I could use some help on my portfolio."

Neddy blinks.

Neddy GT: "No, man! I mean about taking some dude's girlfriend and then his gimmick!"

DC thinks for a second, rubbing his chin.

Damien Collins: "I don't know.... I've taken alot of guy's girlfriends, so I don't think I need advice on that. But, hey, if you could provide insight on taking a good gimmick, then spill it."

Neddy slaps his forehead.

Bink: "I think what Supes is trying to say, Damien, is that he doesn't appreciate you with Blondie, or being refered to as the next Superstar."

Neddy points to Bink and nods his head in agreement. DC rubs his chin again.

Damien Collins: "Well.... I don't know. She's blondie, and is really hot, plus, it took me forever to steal her away from DJ. So after all that hard work, you're darn right, I'm appreciative. But, maybe you can watch more of my promos, and see all the work I put into the relationship, and then you can be appreciative, too. As for the second part, I don't know... I'm known as the Real Deal."

Neddy GT: "But people are calling you the Next Superstar. Don't you get it kid? This is about honor and valor, and about what's right and wrong it's about the end of time and the beginning, the alpha and the omega. It's about flowers on a beach- it just doesn't belong, no matter how nice it is. And it's about how some punk kid and his half arsed self bussy can walk along and take someone else's hard work. I built the Superstar name into legendary status. My blood sweat, and tears went into my career... and I'm gone for two seconds adn those half assed fans already pick someone who, in time, should replace me. Bastards, I'm gonna-"

Damien Collins: "Whoa, first of all your language needs some soap to clean it up some. So you want me to tell my millions and millions of fans not to call me the next Superstar? Done. I don't really like the name anyway."

Neddy GT: "NOOOOO... stupid. I'm gonna battle you to the death for the name. You have to earn it buddy, you can't just back down now that you've been confronted. You're gonna have to earn it like that other punk on RAGE who thinks he earned the name 'Supernova'. You see, Superstar is better than a Supernova, Damien. A Supernova lasts like, two seconds, it's just an explosion. If you lie down tot ake a ten minute nap, you've missed it, and honestly, you're life isn't affected by it at all. It's a flash and bam! It's gone like that. But a Superstar is different. It lasts almost forever. Every night, shining as brightly as it can, making sure you see it night in, and night out. Then, when it is gone, you miss it because you're so used to seeing the brightest star out against those dull ones every night, and you feel empty because the next star just isn't as bright. So to be the Superstar, Damien, you're gonna have to go through me one day. One day, you and I will meet, and we'll see which of us is brighter. We'll see which one doesn't measure up, and we-"

Damien Collins: "So you don't want me to sign anything?"

Neddy GT: "Well... no..."

Damien Collins: "Well then."

SLAM! Door shut. Neddy just stands there looking at the door.

Neddy GT: "Well, I think that went well."

kthxbye.