{Scene opens with Rollin' Ryan Dice standing in front of President Damo's desk... You can see the sack containing Mini Damo in the corner of the room wiggling around...} Ryan: I see why you don't like that HCK guy... He's so fucking dull it's unreal... Damo: Yeah, and I don't know where in the bloody hell he found that despicable midget... Mini Damo: Let me out of here! (Ryan walks over and kicks the sack.) Ryan: Shut up! Now, getting back to HCK... It's going to be a real honor to beat his ass this Sunday at Devil's Night and bring home the World Title... It's a shame about Prime Time though, I mean the guy didn't cut any promos for our match last week and he has yet to cut one for this week... You think he's scared of me? Damo: He probably is, but I've got a feeling he'll be there this Sunday... Ryan: He better be there this week and he better be lucky that I didn't take the World Title from him last week... Damo: You better make him pay for putting his hands on me... Ryan: Oh, no doubt... But, beings that Prime Time still hasn't shown his face and HCK has been running his mouth for the past few days... So, I think it's time I did an official interview... Damo: Go for it... Ryan: You want me to dispose of the trash now or later? Damo: Do it before you leave... I can't be bothered with that disgusting little midget... (Ryan smiles) Ryan: I thought you'd never ask... (Ryan walks over to the window and opens it up and looks down...) Ryan: A three story drop should teach him not to cross the boss... (Ryan grabs the sack and tosses it out the window while Damo watches with a grin on his face. Ryan looks out the window to see the damage, but instead he sees the sack laying on the belly of a "pleasantly plump" woman...) Ryan: Shit! That damn midget landed on that fat bitch instead of the ground... Damo: Oh well, let that be a warning to him and everyone else around here... You DON'T cross the boss... Ryan: You damn right... But, I'll catch up with you later Damo... I got an interview to do... (Damo nods as Ryan walks out of the office and sure enough, John Rathers is still waiting outside of Damo's office with a microphone in hand...) John: Mr. Dice! Ryan: Save it Rathers, I know what you want... You want an interview with the next WuW Champion, Ryan Dice! Right? John: Correct... Ryan: Well, don't just stand there like you have a stick shoved up your ass... Start asking questions... John: Well, obviously you got a chance to hear what HCK had to say about you and I'd like to get your reactions to those comments... Ryan: You want me to respond to what that dumbass had to say? Come on man, I should be lucky I didn't fall asleep watching him ramble on about moronic crap that I don't give a shit about... I mean, who cares if he's all beat up because he won some stupid trash can match? Sure as hell not me... Then, he has the nerve to think that he's just going to walk into that ring this Sunday at Devil's Night and destroy me? (Ryan laughs) Ryan: Yeah right! That little midget had a better shot at kicking my ass than HCK will ever have... He may have ran those two dipshits Smitty and Stone away, but I'm still here and this Sunday I'm going to be WuW's World Champion! John: Speaking of that midget, what did you and Damo do to him? Ryan: Oh, I just tossed him out the window... John: The window! We're three stories up for Christ's sake! Ryan: Calm down dumbass, the little bastard landed on some fat bitch so I'm sure he's perfectly fine... John: Oh... Well, moving on... What about the other competitor in this match, Prime Time? Ryan: What about him? I beat the living crap out of him last week and I'll do it again this week, only this time I won't let him walk away with that World Title... John: It amazes me that Prime Time hasn't cut any promos as of late... Usually he'd have done atleast two or three promos to hype up his Title defense... (Ryan smiles) Ryan: I think it's more than obvious that the loser is scared... He's probably sitting at home icing his ribs down and trying to call off the match for Devil's Night... But, I can assure you that won't happen because rather Prime Time is there or not... Damo has guaranteed me that the match will happen and it will still be for the World Title... So, if Prime Time wants to be a little bitch and not show up, it doesn't matter to me... John: I'm sure there is a reasonable excuse for his absence... Ryan: Yeah, and I just explained it... There are no reasonable excuses for cowards like Prime Time... Last week he tried to put his hands on a defenseless man, now he's sitting at home with broken ribs... You don't cross the boss or you'll have to answer to me... That's a lesson that the people of WuW need to learn and they need to learn it quick fast and in a fucking hurry because I'm not here to play games... I'm here for two things... Winning gold and beating up bitches like HCK and Prime Time... John: Mr. Dice, can you please watch your language... There are children watching this program... Ryan: Shut up John, I'm sure I'm not saying anything they haven't heard before... Now, get back on topic or I'll make sure you never work for this company again, got it? John: Sure thing Mr. Dice... How do you feel about the NGR being at ringside during this match? Ryan: You know, Barty made a comment about not getting in the NGR's way and I can respect that because I have no intentions on getting in their way... Shit, I couldn't care less about the NGR... So, as long as they stay out of my way then everything will be fine... Or as you people say... Everything will be "Just Peachy!" (Ryan laughs at his own joke while John keeps a serious face and just stares back at Ryan.) John: Can we expect to see NGR possibly help you to win the match, since Damo is the one who issued them to govern the match? Ryan: Hell, you can expect to see a ten foot tall Gary Coleman if you want to... But as far as the NGR helping me win goes... I'm not sure where they stand on this match and I couldn't care less... As long as my hand gets raised at the end of the match and that World Title is around my waist... I'll be perfectly happy... They just better not make the mistake of costing me that World Title though or they'll be in a lot worse shape than Prime Time is right now... That's for sure... John: Well, I think that about wraps up my end of this interview... Ladies and gentlemen, this is John Rathers signing off... Ryan: Whoa! Wait a second, don't turn that camera off... (John looks at Ryan with a confused look on his face.) Ryan: Don't look at me like you just shit your pants... What the hell was that all about? You think you're a real reporter or something? I read up on you... You're nothing but an out of work radio guy that got a job here because Damo felt sorry for you and your kid... (John's face turns from confused to angry.) John: I don't think my personal life is any of your business... (Ryan laughs) Ryan: Whatever man, just cut the reporter crap because you sound like a retard with that signing off bullshit... (John doesn't say a word he just nods his head.) Ryan: Now, before we end this interview... HCK and Prime Time, you boys better be ready because this Sunday there isn't a damn thing either of you can do to stop be from winning the WuW World Championship and bringing in the TV ratings that morons like you could never draw... Prime Time, if you got the guts to show up I'll make the beating I gave you last week look like an episode of a bad children's cartoon compared to what I'm going to do to you this Sunday... Same goes for you HCK... You got your ass kicked last week and now your full of injuries... If you expect me to take it easy on you, you have another thing coming... After I'm done with you, I'll have to change my name to Hardcore Ryan Dice because I'm going to make you look like a bitch... Now... Bitches and hoes, this is Ryan Dice signing off... (Ryan bursts into laughter and walks off down the hall... John looks back into the camera and shakes his head in disgust...) John: What a prick... {The scene fades to some other boring promo's from the less talented WuW stars...}