{Scene opens with Rollin' Ryan Dice sitting in his locker room with the WXW Intercontinental Championship draped over the arm of the sofa in the background. As the camera gets a better view of things, you can see that Ryan is watching Necron's last promo on a TV in his locker room. As the promo comes to a close Ryan begins to laugh to himself, before he notices the camera man in his locker room. Ryan stands up and begins to walk towards to camera with a cocky grin on his face.} Ryan: Necron, did you or did you not actually hear what I had to say in my last promo? Or maybe you are just too damn stupid to get the point through your mind... You don't fucking scare me... Okay? You got it? I hope so... (Ryan starts to laugh a little) Ryan: I mean, you have to be one of the most hard headed morons I've ever faced... This is professional wrestling buddy, not Tales from the Crypt... So, either adjust or find a new line of work... I hear they're casting for Scary Movie 3, maybe you could get a job there... (Ryan starts to laugh again, but is interrupted by someone knocking on the door to his locker room. Ryan walks over and opens to door to find Paul Sandler standing there with a microphone in his hand.) Ryan: What do you want Paul? Paul: Well, I was wondering if you got a chance to see Necron's last promo... Ryan: Yeah, I just saw it and I was just talking about that, before I was so rudely interrupted... Paul: Uhh... Sorry about that Ryan, I was just hoping to get your comments on Necron's proposition... Ryan: You know Paul, I'm really getting tired of these people like Necron... First we had Avalon, then we had those little bounty hunting butt buddies, now Necron... Is there like a code to get into Broken Halo that says that you can't be a wrestler to get into the group? I mean, just look at those guys... They are all sick demented dumbasses that think people actually give a shit about their pointless rambling... This is professional wrestling and people want to see professional wrestlers... Not fucking Grim Reaper wannabes... Paul: Are you even going to acknowledge his proposition? Ryan: Why should I? Should I really be scared that he is going to rip Kate apart and send me her bones in the mail? Was he actually serious? Paul: Well, he sure seemed serious... Ryan: Paul, you're a damn idiot... Necron isn't going to do a damn thing... He isn't going to put a finger on Kate and he isn't going to fucking kill me... Remember what I told you last time we talked? Necron is just another retard that hasn't realized that Halloween only happens once a damn year... Hell, it isn't even October yet... Paul: Well, I'm sure Necron is expecting an answer from you... Ryan: Yeah... I'm sure he is Paul... I'm sure Necron expects me to play along with his little game and beg for mercy... I'm sure he expects me to actually take his big dumb ass seriously... OK here goes... (Ryan gets on his knees and starts talking like a little kid) Ryan: Oh please Mr. Necron, Don't kill Kate! I love her so much and I just don't know what I would do without her... Oh, and please don't kill me either... I really want to live and I'm so scared of you I think I just made pee pee in my pants... Please have mercy on me Mr. Boogie man! (Ryan bursts out laughing and stands back up.) Ryan: Fuck that... Necron, I'm not buying your stupid ass games... I told you once to cut the Halloween bullshit, now I'm telling you again... You are NOT the Grim Reaper! The Grim Reaper is a fictional character and this is real life buddy... You are in the wrestling business now and nobody actually believes that you are the Grim Reaper... Now, as far as your little deal... Just to humor you, I'm not going to accept... Paul: Well, if you thought he was bluffing about hurting Kate, then why didn't you just accept his deal and walk away with the Intercontinental championship? Ryan: Because Paul, I exposed one big goof last week, why not expose another big goof this week... Necron talked about how Swish-uh Sweet tried to dislocate his arm a couple weeks ago and he didn't succeed, right? Paul: Yeah... That's what he said... Ryan: And in his next sentence, he said "but look who's still alive." Now, I may be imagining things, but didn't Swish-uh Sweet wrestle last Wednesday on WhipLash? Necron, you moron, you are both still alive... This is wrestling... People tend to live after their matches... See Paul, that just proves my point once again... Necron is nothing but a dumbass who enjoys dressing up in his Grim Reaper costume and talking about shit that doesn't have a damn thing to do with wrestling... Paul: Now, I would agree with you there... His claims are a little absurd, to say the least... But, what about his claims about you being another failure burdening the WXW? Ryan: Paul, I've had more success around here than a lot of people have had... I've been through a lot and I've beaten a lot of people... Frankly I don't give a damn what Necron has to say about me because he hasn't done a damn thing here either and the only things he has done have been because of CEO RJ handing it to him on a silver platter... The only intelligent thing I heard from Necron was when he pretty much repeated the exact same thing I said... I know why RJ made this match and I know what RJ thinks will happen... Oh wouldn't RJ love it if Necron beat me and maybe even took me out for good this Saturday? Sorry to burst your fucking bubble RJ, because win or lose... Rollin' Ryan Dice will always be around, you can believe that... Paul: We haven't even addressed Kid Lethal yet, what do you have to say about him? Ryan: You know, Kid Lethal may actually be a bigger joke than Necron is... Nah, I wouldn't go that far... But, Lethal is a dumbass and he's not even worth my time... Hey Necron, can I get a WHO GIVES A SHIT? {Ryan Dice pushes Paul out of the door way and closes the door in his face as the scene fades to black.}