*The scene opens showing Jason in the arena’s backstage area, with interviewer Steve Sayors standing nearby.*

Steve Sayors: Hello fans, this is Steve Sayors, here with Jason, who will be debuting against Miss Michelle and Brian O’Haire this Saturday. Jason, Brian has just recently responded to your last promo. How do you respond to what he has said?

Jason Rayne: Steve, let me just say that my first thought on the matter is that I shouldn’t even waste my breath responding to such a ridiculous rebuttal as his. There are so many things wrong with his promo, and I have more important things to do then wasting my precious time trying to talk some sense into some clueless blow-hard. I am certain you won’t leave without your interview, though.

Steve Sayors: Right you are, Jason.

Jason Rayne: Let’s get it over with then. Brian, you call me wacky, yet you are the one flapping your filth-encrusted gums about being the most significant person in the three-way match. How can that possible be, when you are not only as new to the professional wrestling scene as I am, but also have eight years less wrestling experience than I do? Hell, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if you never wrestled a single day in the sorry excuse of existence that you try to pass of as an actual life. It is no small wonder that you are nearly down on your hands and knees, pleading with Miss Michelle to do your dirty work and fight your battle for you this Saturday. You – a so-called man – asking a lady to help you fight, and still thinking that I’m going to take you even the least bit seriously. Talk about being wacky. Talk about your jokes. The only joke I see is you, Brian. You think you are a big-time wrestler, when in reality you are no different than any of the other opinionated, no-talent, trailer trash audience that come to the show each week, that barely qualify themselves as a “fan-base”.

I don’t usually hand out valuable advice to scrubs like you, Brian, but in your case, I am going to make an exception. That advice is that if you have even one, single iota of self-respect, you should do yourself a big favor and go get yourself a sex-change operation. Then you can stop trembling in your little, pink panties, step out from behind the skirt you are trying to hide behind - like a craven coward - grow enough balls to face me one-on-one, and take your beat down like a real man.

You talk about wanting me to show you respect, Brian, but you fail to recognize two very important reasons why that isn't ever going to happen. First and foremost, you want to be respected, yet you talk like a man who doesn't deserve anyone's respect. All you've done is brag about being cast in movies - something that means squat when you're standing inside the squared circle - whine and snivel about being disrespected, and grovel at Miss Michelle's feet to protect you from the big, bad boogey monster in the ring: me!

Secondly, I'm not here to befriend or offer my respect to any one, most especially not to some self-entitled, over-privileged, sniveling, cowardly little whiner like you. What I am here to do is to inflict as much agony, suffering, and destruction as I can on my ascension to the very top of this food chain, because nothing brings me more pleasure than the tortured screams of my competitors; of my victims - my...prey.

Steve Sayors: Those are some strong words, Jason!

Jason Rayne: Hold on, Steve, I’m not finished yet. Brian, I hate to be the one to break this to you, but somebody has got to do it. If you though the table I had grabbed a hold of the other day was some cheap pair of novelty teeth, than either your school system has badly failed you, or it is time for you to ask your optometrist for some prescription eyeglasses. Either way, we will see who laughs last after I slam your sorry ass through a table, and you are unable to stand up under your own power. You know what they say, Brian; He who laughs last, laughs best. I have every intention on being the person who laughs last; you can bank on that.

Fair warning, Brian: Come Saturday I am going to hunt you down and eat you alive. By the time I have had my way with you, there will be nothing left of you for Miss Michelle but a pile of scraps. Enough said.

*The scene fades to black.*