[Instead of Reaper and DP coming, Showtime steps up with a lead pipe. He crouches by Hasheem and takes off his shades with a smirk. He kindly gestures to Dynasty that everything's ok for the moment, and starts to converse with Hasheem.]
Thorpe: Ouch, I mean...wow Hash-brown. How is it that you're always in some kind of trouble when I see you? The last time, it was me you couldn't wait to get a shot at, but there'll be nothing left of you when I'm free if you keep pissin Dynasty off! So you know what you need to do? You need to apologize to the female, pray to Allah that Reaper and DP don't kill you after I leave, and bow to the Champs. That's the only way I see me and you having a matchup in the future. Ya dig?
[Showtime then looks back at Dynasty and gets serious. He especially looks at Will and Heidi.]
Thorpe: Alright, now the real reason I came down here was to ask you guys nicely, please...I BEG you, man...
[Rios looks at Showtime with his chair cocked. He raises his eyebrow, Will and Heidi look a little pissed, and DP, Reaper, and Cammy start laughing a bit.]
Rios: Heh, the Almighty One is upon us everyone!
Reaper: Ha! What the fuck are YOU begging us for, O Bright Light?
Thorpe: I was gettin to that. Please stay the FUCK outta my match? I don't need any "outside assistance," I want Gus to myself. I need to teach 'em a little somethin' I taught his little buddy Joe about ruining my chances. I'd just hate to have to teach you the same thing...ya know? So let me handle Gus this Sunday, and we'll be straight...right?