"I'M NOT LETTING ANY OF YOU EXIT THE BUILDING UNTIL I GET WHAT I WANT! AND I ALWAYS GET WHAT I WANT!" The wrestler who was donning a very Joker-esque face paint pattern, screams.

The occupants of the building look either really scared, or not phased at all.

"DO YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY, ROODE?" The wrestler with the face paint screams at a muscular brown haired wrestler who was laughing- not taking the face painted wrestler very seriously at all.

"Actually I find it fucking comical." The non face painted wrestler replies.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY! I WANT THE COMPANY! I WANT THE FAME! I WANT THE GLORY! I WANT THE MONEY! I WANT THE TNA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! I WANT TO BE IMMORTAL! YOU WILL REMEMBER MY NAME!"

"You've been the TNA World Heavyweight Champion so many times. It' not like you've been screwed out of it, buddy."

"BUT MY TIME IS NOW, AND IF I DON'T GET WHAT I WANT I'M GOING TO WREAK SOME HAVOC ON ALL OF YOU!"

"What are you going to do? Paint our faces?"

"I'm going to start hurting everyone... or worse."

"You'll be sorry." President of TNA Impact Wrestling, Dixie Carter states to the maniacal face painted wrestler.

"I'll be sorry? Me? Be sorry? No, no, no. You're going to be the one who will be sorry. YOU'LL BE SORRY FOR LETTING ME GO SO EASILY! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO I AM?"

"WHO STOLE MY LINE?" TNA talent, Bully Ray screams, walking into the room with a bottle of Diet Pepsi, like nothing ever happened.

"I'M THE STINGER AND I AIN'T DONE YET!" The manic face painted wrestler screams, and hops up top of a vending machine.

"We all know who you are." Dixie Carter reassures Sting, who was kicking his feet on the vending machine's glass- causing a rather annoying sound to be produced.

"THEN IF YOU KNEW WHO I WAS, YOU WOULD NOT BE TREATING ME LIKE THIS! YOUR COMPANY NEEDS ME! I AM TNA! JUST LIKE I AM WCW! I AM THE ICON STING AND I AM BETTER THAN EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU."

"I have a tee shirt of a certain other wrestler and it says his name and 'best in the world', I'm pretty sure you're not him." another TNA talent, Kurt Angle, states and shakes his head.

"SHUT UP KURT TRIANGLE!" Sting screams.

"Angle. Not triangle." Kurt corrects him.

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

Sting continued to make people feel uncomfortable and as time went on he kept on bringing threats to the table.

"I'M GOING TO PUT YOU ALL IN THE SCORPION DEATHLOCK AND LEAVE YOU IN A DUMPSTER UNTIL YOU ALL CHOKE OUT FOR AIR!" Sting screams and hops off the vending machine.

"I'm not afraid to call the cops." Dixie states and looks directly in Sting's eyes that were filled with torment.

"If you do, it'll be the last thing you ever do. No one will stop me." Sting smirks, and hits Dixie with the Scorpion Deathdrop.