Whysper, the Silent Warrior, is buying sodas backstage. He has a whole bag of sodas as he shoves more quarters into the vending machine. King Slender, decked out in beige khakis and a sweater, struts down the hallway looking like a million bucks. He stops to tell a few production people about his "glorious defeat of The Wallstreet Brawler". Whysper tries to blend in so he won't be seen, but Slender sees him from far back as he comes walking. Slender: Hey Whysper! You better be done getting that soda by the time I get down there!" Whysper pretends he didn't hear it and keeps buying sodas. Slender walks up right behind him, eyeing the bag of drinks Whysper already has. Slender: Damn, boy! Where are you going with all of those pops? Whysper doesn't even bother to turn around. He just keeps putting more quarters in the vending machine. Slender: What are you stupid or slow?! Answer me when I'm talking to you. Whysper turns his head for a moment. Whysper: I'm pretending to ignore you because if you screw with me like you screw with everybody else, I'm gonna put your face through a wall. Whysper turns back around to face the vending machine and grabs a Dr. Pepper from the tray. Slender takes a step forward, forming a macho pose. Slender: You'd be wise to watch my Christian Michaels match. Cause I'm going to show you how a King stakes his claim for a title, unlike you, ya punk. Whysper eyes him with intensity. Slender: Don't pretend you're tough, twiggy. You look like a strong wind will knock you over. And if that's true, my ol' SlenderBender will probably break you into a thousand little pieces. Whysper looks in his bag of sodas and starts to walk away. Slender: Hey twiggy. Let me show you a man buys his pop. Whysper turns around and watches while Slender reaches into his wallet, plucking out a crisp $50 dollar bill and sliding it into the vending machine. King pushes the button for Mountain Dew and a can drops into the tray. Slender waits for a minute while Whysper watches curiously. Slender grows impatient. Slender: Where's my change?! Damn thing stole 49 dollars from me! A small grin breaks through on Whysper's face, and he turns to walk away. Slender: Oh by the way...tell your wife Angelina that when she's ready to try a real man, she can come see me! Or maybe she already has! Slender turns around and starts hitting the side of the soda machine. Slender: Why is this not working? King looks to his right in time to catch a can of Dr. Pepper to the face, creating a gash across his forehead. King Slender topples to his knees, his face landing in front of the tray of the vending machine. Whysper grabs Slender by the hair and shoves his face into the tray. Whysper hits the Pepsi button about twenty times as drink after drink smashes into Slender's face. Whysper backs up, then charges forward, dropkicking Slender into the machine. As King hits the floor, Whysper pops open a Pepsi. He pours it over the downed king. Whysper: Here, clean yourself off.

(c.) cruel intentions at daf.