The scene fades in, in The Blak Baron's locker room at the upcoming House Show. The recently arived Baron has begun to unpack for the show. We see Baron coming out of the locker room bathroom. He spots the camera.

Baron: Look at this, you UWA guys are relentless. This is a House Show for crying out loud! Nobody cares about this show! Why are you here?

The cameraman whispers the word "thoughts."

Baron: Oh, you want some thoughts? Thoughts about the match I have? I'll tell you it's a damn shame what match I'm in. The UWA considers me a gap wrestler, and is pisses me off! I'm not a fill the gap wrestler. I can compete with the best. You want to throw Sean Jaggers at me? Team with up will Hellrazor? Nah, fuck that. I'm taking all 3 of them out! I'm not carrying Hellrazor to victory, and I'm not letting Jagger and Styles live through this match. Maybe then you'll stop booking me with second rate nothings! I'm a Hall of Fame wrestler, realize that, know that, and agnowledge that!

Baron: Jagger, Styles, welcome to Hell bitches. Your carees are over coming Monday. That's right, your my new additions to the infamous "Victims List". You see, your not real wrestlers, and only front office idiots, like we have here at UWA, would hire your services. You guys should be the damn secritary! Your THAT bad! I'm not even kidding!

Baron: Hellrazor, my partner. Man, that sounds awful! That's like matching up a hommy and a gothic! It doesn't work. And when that happens, the weak die off. The weak one is Hellrazor. And he will die off. Partner or not, I don't need him. I will not go around and carry that peice of shit to victory and destruction with me. I will not! Now please man, leave me the hell alone!

Baron pushes the cameraman out the door, and closes the door on him.

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