[Backstage, Showtime is sitting in his locker room with a towel over his head. shower running hot water so that the room is filled with steam. The door is locked, but it keeps sounding as if Showtime is having a conversation with someone. He doesn't sound too happy. This time, the cameraman opts to stay outside and eavesdrop.]
Thorpe: You must not have HEARD me when I 1st said it, you were probably off somewhere picking your ass or something. YEAH, same goes for you too! I'm here for 3 THINGS! GIRLS, GOLD, AND GLORY, and to be cramping my style in 2 out of those 3...man it ain't good, it AINT good! My match against him over there, for sure it had GOLDEN implications, and YOU TWO shit on it. My 1st true moment of GLORY here in the WZCW, my 1st win, flushed by you PANSIES!
The funniest part about it all is that neither of you could even finish the job! You wanna shot at me, fine, by all means come and find me, but you sure did pick the worst time to come barkin' up my tree. You don't f*ck with a man's title chances, but since you were so kind to do it to me, I think I should return the favor.
[There's a long pause, it sounds as if Showtime is gearing up to wrestle, then he starts laughing a bit. Cameras still stay outside.]
Thorpe: You know, it's funny now that I think about it...you two were being kinda girly, to attack me from behind and all. So, since I am looking for girls, and YOU TWO decided to act like a buncha girls, I'd say I found my 1st group of girls in the WZCW. And even though you're not feminine enough for me to touch you the way I'd normally touch a girl, I'm still 100% positive you can feel the Bustdown! Just like any other girl would.
[The locker room goes quiet. Then Showtime's voice is heard just above a whisper, in a soft spoken voice.]
Thorpe: You...you already know we're not done. You know why, you know what we have to do, and you probably know what's going to happen when we do it. I'm sure you feel robbed too, but it can't possibly be that bad, because you were lying belly up. You thought you could stand in the same ring as me and be the last man standing, but unlike me, they finished you off. That's why you don't stand a chance at Civil Revolution. Only the strong survive, and if you couldn't survive that, then I don't know how you could survive what I have in store for all of you this Sunday. You claim to be a workhorse, well let me toss you a quick fact. A workhorse is a nickname for a running back, not a quarterback. But you'll truly wish you were a workhorse, because I'm going to tire your ass out in that ring.
Cause at Civil Revolution, when all is said and done
Out of the 4 of us fighting, there can only be one
I know it won't be the Man of the Outback
Cause he'll be the 1st left lying on his back
Oh, then there's Joe, hooo boy the Demon!
I'll have him runnin like Willie Beamon
Then there's McBrady, 2nd string for a reason
I'll leave you so out cold, you'll be freezin
And even though I'm goofin off, tryin to rhyme
This Sunday, it WILL be SHOWTIME!
[Thorpe opens his locker room door. Steam billows out from behind him as he walks away. Cameras go into the locker room to see who he was talking to, but there's no one. Instead, there's three pictures on his wall. One of Joe, one of McBrady, and one of The Maxx. On Joe's head is written, "Venni." On McBrady's head is written, "Vitti." On The Maxx's head is written, "Vicci."]