We're backstage and Garth Black is sitting backstage, minding his own business. Becky Serra walks in.
Hey Garth, I was wondering if we could have a chat, about your upcoming match on Meltdown?
I'm sure we could.
You're going to ignore me aren't you?
Yes.
I've had enough of you treating me rottenly!
I'd had enough of you before you first opened your mouth.
That's it! I'm not interviewing you this week, the new girl can do it.
Whatever. Go and fetch her then. And don't get sidetracked in the locker room, if you know what I mean.
Becky looks annoyed, and walks off. Black looks very satisfied with himself, and Becky returns with Stacey Madison beforeleaving again.
What do you have to say for yourself?
Not much really.
You disrespect my colleague week in week out, and then when called up on it you go all meek, typical.
She deserves it, I'm not afraid of you. Your daddy doesn't call the shots here you know. Y'know you should start sleeping around as much as that hussy does, then you'd get all the scoops.
Mr. Black, I will not tolerate any more of your attitude and insolence. My father may not run the show around here, but I will have absolutely no qualms in reporting your behaviour to Mr. Bateman. Do I make myself clear?
Crystal.
Right, so onto the match, your facing Big Dave, what does this mean?
Well, last week myself and Phoenix obliterated him and his partner, and I shall have no trouble doing it to half of their team.
But, don't you concede that his weight advantage will work against you? It'll be a real David and Goliath encounter.
Need I remind you how that actually ended up? David outsmarted Goliath, the big dumb giant. Now Black will outsmart Dave, the big dumb giant. It's simple.
Ok, so what about the fact you haven't competed in singles wrestling for quite some time.
That's true, but my opponent hasn't even had any ring practice on his own. He's relied on the chance of his partner, and their luck had run out, to be frank.
WCZW has suffered for too long with that lummox and his two bit partner being champions. Tag team wrestling has been wondering in the desert for the 40 days and nights since Unscripted, and I've had enough. We've had enough. We are the Second Coming of tag team wrestling, and the resurrection is now. The redemption is around the corner, and Big Dave is on the alter of sacrifice.
Those are some pretty serious words. How do you feel that Dave compared you to a Sesame Street character?
Oh, it's completely juvenile, and I expect better of you than to ask that. How very Serra.
Don't you have a response then?
Ican be juvenile too, if it helps. I don't want to lower myself to his level, but sometimes, the only way to get through to an idiot is to talk in language they understand.
Sesame Street? Well lets just say that today's letter is "I", as in "I"'m going to make that giant moron regret the day he was born. As in "I" will be one half of the world tag team champions, as in "I" will wipe the floor with his stupid, gormless face.
Today's number is "0" because that is precisely the number of singles victories that big dumnb dave will have after out match. "0" is the number of championships you'll hold, Dave, come next weekens and "0" is the amount of time I have for him.
Tell Kermit to come and report, tell big bird that there is a bigger idiot than him, because Dave's chances of winning are as real as Mr Snuffalupagus, tell the count to come and count the 1-2-3, and that is all I have to say about Sesame Street, Miss Piggy, now I have had enough puerile questionning.
Don't call me that..
As she is saying that, Black just walks off, as Stacey looks annoyed.