*camera shifts backstage to the Beef Wrecker's locker room*
Yeah I heard I got a match with Spindashing this week, but I don't believe it. See I don't even have a match tonight, but I'm still working out, because I got nothing else to do! What am I gonna do!? That's what I do! What am I gonna do, play the geetar? I can't play the geetar! All I do is BEAT PEOPLE UP.
I asked a question to myself, "what is Spindashing's motivation?" I know he loves shitty chicken, but I check my pockets and I don't have KFC...I don't have El Pollo Loco...I don't even have Churches...BUT I AIN'T GOT NONE.
Spindashing, you got TWO DAYS to come up with a magic set of balls to get in the ring with me. Because in two days...I'm gonna beat your ass. BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I DO.
*After a KFC commercial, we are brought to the backstage area, where an already-trying-to-restrain-his-marking-out Matt Striker is holding a microphone to Spindashing.*
Matt Striker: "Spin, you've lost both the ECW championship as well as the Tag Team Championship with Entropia and now you're being placed in a match against one half of the current tag team champions, Professor Beef, tomorrow. Do you have anything to say about what transpired last week and your plans for this week?"
*The camera pans to spindashing.*
Spindashing: "Matt, let me give it to you straight. I lost. Losses happen, and even Gods ain't perfect, you know what I'm sayin? I came into NWA Friday Night both the ECW champ and the Tag Team Champion with Entropia, but I lost 'em both. I lost my ECW belt to that fraud of a turtle and I lost my tag team championship belt to Beef Wreckers, the most fraudulent team to ever grace the ring ever since The Bushwhackers. Now let me tell you somethin' about that match. Roll the footage."
*We are given a taste of what happened last week.*
Spindashing: "
This match was the highest rated NWA match period, b. We hit 27 viewers, more than anything else NWA had. We beat the hell out of each other and in all honesty it was pretty equal. Me and Entropia felt confident and I'm sure them fools Beef Wreckers felt confident as well, you know what I mean? We were beating each other's asses. Finishers left and right. You had my Chaos Drop left and right and you had whatever fairy princess bull[muted] that the Beef Wreckers had,
but let me show you something about this match. Look at Net_Wrecker. Look at that sonofabitch. That n[muted]a definitely had some steroids. N[muted]a hulked up and shit. Dude definitely sniffed some sort of drugs nahmean? 5 moves of doom. Boom. We kicked out of that shit but we was definitely hurt..."
Matt Striker: "Are you claiming that they won due to the influence of an illegal substance?"
Spindashing: "Did you listen to me at all, white boy? That's exactly what the fu[mute] I said. Listen. It's all good now. I got Professor Beef all to myself, no homo."
Matt Striker: "W-With all due respect, Spindashing. You can't say that on TV..."
Spindashing: "Do I look like I give a fuc[muted]. All I got to say is, Professor Beef, your ass is mine come tomorrow. See your bitch ass in the ring. I ain't even need the Nation. I got this sh[muted]. My homeys are waiting for me in a stretch out limo, we gonna ride the town after I'm done beating that n[muted]a in a coat made of pubes. I ain't gonna shake your mother[muted]ing hands or nothin, too. Dude ain't know sh[muted] about chicken either, who the fu[muted] does that n[muted]a think he is, spouting all that bullsh[muted]?
Dude's as suspect as dudes listening to Adele on a Friday Night while watching some Lifetime. And after I take care of you, Imma expose those turtles as the little bitches they are. Because at the end of the day, Beef is gonna feel the Sonic..."
*Spindashing makes a gun with his finger, pointing it at Matt Striker's head."
"...
Boom."
*He walks away from a still-marking-out Striker watching him leave.*