(The Salvation - Ray Santana and TTT - are sitting in a bar knocking back a few.)
Ray: Well, we got the match we asked for. The Noblemen at Summer Sizzler.
TTT: 'Bout time we got back into the ring.
Ray: Tell me about it. It's been a while since we've champs. Now Pickstock says we have to start at the bottom of the ladder.
TTT: Fine by me. I could use a warm up before challenging Team Danger.
Ray: Intense ****ers, aren't they?
TTT: At least Greer. Although I heard he staged that riot at Superiority.
Ray: Yeah?
TTT: Yeah. I heard he hired actors to rush the ring. Even heard that there were blanks in his gun.
Ray: Well, before we get to Team Danger, we're going to have to go through the rest of the teams, starting with the Noblemen.
TTT: Who are these guys again?
Ray: King Buxton and Lord Antharg.
TTT: Lord what?
Ray: Antharg. I don't know. He's new. Far as I can tell, this match should be cake walk.
TTT: Good. That way we can be on the plane home early.
(A drunk walks over to them.)
Drunk: Hey! Aren't you guys wrestlers?
Ray: Yes.
Drunk: You don't look so tough.
TTT: (laughing) We get by.
Drunk: You two look like pussies. I could kick your asses.
TTT: Hey Ray, I think he called you a *****.
Ray: Yeah, I heard.
Drunk: C'mon ya sissy boy.
TTT: Sissy boy? Ooooooohhhhh.
Ray: It's ok. I've been called worse.
(The drunk takes Ray's beer and dumps it onto the floor.)
Ray: (standing) Ok look. You can call me a ***** and you can call me a sissy but the one thing you can't do is spill a perfectly good beer.
Drunk: Ya? Sho whattaya you do abit it?
(Ray quickly lifts his fist and stops. The drunk cowers and takes a step back. He walks into a chair and trips over it. he falls onto a table spilling drinks everywhere. The rest of the bar starts laughing hysterically.)
TTT: Well done.
Ray: (smiles) I thought so.
(Fade to black.)
