Frankie's sitting on his couch, watching TV as a knock on his door is heard.
Frankie: Come in, it's open Anto.
Anto opens the door, peers in and steps inside.
How did you know it was me, Frankie?
Who the fuck else calls for me?
I suppose, I suppose.
So, what's on your mind. What's making you disrupt me watching United play CSKA.
Did you hear what they're making you do for Ascension.
Enlighten me. Just tell me it doesn't involve-
Anto interrupts.
Zander.
Yeah, that cunt.
Well you're wrestling USA
Grand, he's nothing special. He loves USA, we get it. Why, who knows. He loves a country full of fat wankers who think guns are toys and that a big mac truly is nirvana. Jesus, that's something to be proud of.
Me, I'm proud of my country. What's better than alcohol and violence. Beer and fighting are what make the world go round.
Don't forget tits.
Frankie glares at him, then nods in agreement.
He thinks he's all great because he has an acronym for a name. Well, I have plenty of acronyms to use. ROI. INLA. IRA. NAMA. AIB.
Isn't AIB a bank.
Shut up Anto.
Anyway, USA, I'm not afraid of you. You might have the physique, but there's more to wrestling than muscles. Look at me. But at Ascension, I'm gonna give you a taste of what you should expect at The Lethal Lottery. What was that you said, Boo Yah.
At least I get a week without Zander.
Oh, did I forget to tell you that Zander is the referee.
Oh for fuck's sake. Yeah, that's pretty important Anto. How could you forget that.
Zander, you better not try anything funny. If you dare screw me over, you'll have hell to pay. If you want to have fun with your little buddy USA, wait untill after the match. When you're in the shower.
Then you can screw someone.
Exeunt