[The scene opens up with a shot of one of the HWA locker rooms. Soft Italian music is playing and the light is dimmed. A table with a candle on it is standing in the middle of the room, with two plates and two filled glasses of red wine on it. But, to our surprise, only one person is sitting at the table. It’s the HWA’s newest Superstar, Italian born Signore Balzaretti. He seems to be eating, alone, and seems to be in very deep thougts as a knock on the door can be heard.]

[Signore Balzaretti snaps out of his daydreaming and answers.]

B: Si!

[Steve Rider opens the door and slowly walks in, looking around wondering what is going on. Balzaretti grows a rather pissed off look on his face, although this is only his first meeting with the HWA’s infamous announcer.]

B: What is it?

SR: Hey there, I’m Steve Rider…

B: Did I ask you for your name? No!

SR: I conduct intervie…

B: Did I ask you what you do? No!

SR: Ok, can I have a little interview?

B: Much better. Sure. Let me just finish my anniversary dinner.

[Signore Balzaretti chugs the rest of his glass of red wine and eats the last pasta on his plate. Rider sits down on the couch in the room and keeps on looking around, still not sure what to think of the entire scene. Signore Balzaretti blows out the candle, gets up and turns on the light, sits back down and then turns back towards Rider.]

B: So, what do you want from me?

SR: Well, I just need a little information about you. You are new in the HWA and it is common that new wrestlers introduce themselves.

B: I’m Signore Balzaretti.

[Silence.]

SR: And?

B: And what?

SR: Is that all you have to say?

B: What, you need more? I just fucking introduced myself, didn’t I?!

SR: Well, kind of. Why don’t you tell me about this entire situation here? I mean, a young man, sitting in his locker room, alone, with candlelight dinner… by himself?

B: So? It’s my anniversary!

SR: But, you’re alone in here!

SR: Oh, so she is…

B: Yes, she is, but that’s none of your business.

SR: Sorry. So, have you had any contact to the HWA stars yet?

B: No, they’re all very much minding their own business, as should you.

SR: What do you do?

B: I beat people up.

SR: So, you’re some kind of a thug?

B: I beat people up.

SR: Ok. What are your plans here in the HWA?

B: I beat people up.

SR: How did you get here?

B: I beat people up.

SR: Not very talkative, are you?

B: Why should I be? I beat people up.

SR: You beat people up? Is that all? What people?

B: People like you.

SR: Ok. What about your family?

B: They beat people up!

SR: What kind of family is that! Jeez! A bunch of maniacs!

B: Listen, we work for charity back home in Italy, so you’d better shut the fuck up, or I’ll call my older brother to have him beat you up REAL good!

SR: Charity?

B: We take money of rich people, and poor people, and give the money to people who really need the money. And we beat people up in the process.

SR: Who gets the money?

B: We do.

SR: Who’s ‘we’?

B: My family.

SR: Ok, so you’re part of the Mafia.

B: I wouldn’t put it that way, we work for Charity.

SR: So, your dad…

B: …works for Charity…

SR: …and your mama…

SR: Jeez! Chill! Man! I just wanted to know what your Mama is doi…

B: MY MAMA HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS! CAPISCE!

SR: Alright, alright, so you don’t like when people talk about your Mama…

B: One more time AND I’LL BEAT YOU UP!

SR: Got it, man, easy.

B: Good.

SR: So, you heard about that tournament for the World Title?

B: I don’t care about the World Title.

SR: What? But that’s why people join this fed…

B: I BEAT PEOPLE UP!

SR: Wow, very flexible man, I have to say.

B: I am. I beat up tall people, small people, young people, old people, male people, female people, sane people, insane people, rich people, poor people, American people, Canadian people, Italian people, Japanese people, South Korean people, North Korean people…

SR: I GOT THE POINT! Thanks.

B: Any more questions?

SR: No, I guess that’s it, you’re hopeless.

B: My pleasure. Now get the hell out of here before I decide to beat up UGLY INTERVIEW PEOPLE as well!

SR: Fine. I’m outta here!

B: Hurry up. And close the fucking door!

[Steve Rider runs out of the locker room ,slamming the door behind him, still rather confused about this very one-sided interview he just had with the HWA’s newest Superstar, Signore Balzaretti. We fade out with a shot of the big Italian staring at the door, slightly grinning.]