The face seems to have disappeared, for now. I can now focus on bigger things. Much bigger. Some might say obese. Some might also say that Ray Lopes is one of NLW's biggest star. I wouldn't. That star has arisen as high as it can go, but that ain't high. Few say that I'm a rising star, thought of course it's true.
I haven't hit my peak, I'm only 22. When I hit my peak, everyone in the world will know. There won't be a Mongolian Goat who doesn't know. I love Mongolian Goats. They go nice with peas. They'd sue me for that. But I haven't said it yet. I'm preparing my speech for a promo I've got later tonight. I'm sure there's someone who could tell me when it is. But they can come get me when they want me.
There's a dog outside the hotel room and he won't stop barking. Maybe I should grab my gun. Maybe not.

I move to the bathroom to answer nature's call. I wash my hands, hygeine, and whatnot. I don't want my Mongolian Goat to be covered in germs. I look in the mirror. I immediately jump back, crash into the radiator. A few towels land on top of me. I find myself sleeping.

6:00 PM

There's a knock. Two knocks, three. Takes four to wake me up. I get up, groaning. I move to answer the door. It's some guy, I think he's called Gary or something.

Gary:Mr.Munday?
Drake Munday: You bet your unchanged ass it is.
Gary: Um...we need you for the p-p-...pr-
Drake Munday: Promo? Don't worry about it, kid. We all get nervous in front of stars.

I don't know why the hell I called him kid, he looked about ten years older than me. I leave him to lock up my room and I head down to where I saw some other guys doing promos yesterday. There's a camera guy-Nick- and an interviewer. I love messing with interviewers, but I'm sure everyone does.

Interviewer:You're fucking late.
Drake Munday: I fell asleep.
Interviewer: Well, that explains everything. You little fake shit.

When the camera began rolling, the interviewer had been replaced.

Interviewer:Hi! I'm Michael Malone and this is ATV! Tonight we've been lucky-
Drake Munday: You bet your sass you are.
Michael Malone:Yeah, anyway, you're in NLW...or is it OWF?
Drake Munday:Frankly, I haven't got a clue.
Michael Malone: What's your next match?
Drake Munday:Uh...Ray Lopes, you know him? Big, bald, ugly and angry?
Michael Malone:Rings a bell.
Drake Munday:Oh, just go away, will you, gimme the mic.
Michael Malone:That's really not-
I snatch the microphone, he's getting on Drake's nerves.
Drake Munday:Ray is going to watch this. So if you're watching this, you have turned completely gay...for Michael Malone. I'm Drake Munday, and I'm gonna kick your ass.

This weirdo Malone fella grabs the mic back with surprising force, must recognise him from somewhere.

Michael Malone:Yes, well I'm sure it will be an interesting bout. Next up on ATV Networks, Larry the talking goat!

Who is this guy? Better tie him to a chair at my place and make him sip coffee.