The wrestling business is still hilarious. It will always be funny, because the people who are in it and those who run it. Narrators words are taken as messages of war, but it's just narrative. Some people think this business is dying slowly while sports like MMA are gaining momentum. Wrestling will never die. It may have some weird combination of leprecy, cancer, and a head cold, but it won't die. Too many fight for it to exist, even if they are fighting each other at the same time.

The studio where Slim and Zinger broadcasted Rage Radio 107 was never empty. It had times where music would be played, a priest would preach the bible, and when guys like Rush Limbaugh thought they were a Zeitgeist behind a microphone. This time Slim and Zinger were back, and they had a special interview for anyone willing to listen.

"Hello wrestling fans, and welcome to another Rage Radio. This week we have Rot with us in the studio. Rot, welcome to our humble abode."

"Thanks Slim, I guess it's somewhat of a pleasure to be here. At least I don't have to watch a Summer or Tim Torn promo."

"Zing...?"

"Don't worry Zinger, I won't punch you."

"Oh, thank God! That shiner took two weeks to fully heal!"

Slim and Rot laugh at the Zinger's expense.

"It's okay Zinger, Dante just has a bad temper and has a short fuse. I mean, I would too if some bag of shit touched my girlfriend or wife and caused her to commit suicide. The bag of shit in this case is Nova, of course. Dante wouldn't rape a girl, even though he is a son of a bitch himself. He wouldn't stoop that low."

"Speaking of Miss Black, any comments?"

"I didn't really know her, Slim. From what I gathered from people that knew her in the industry, they said she was nice. She seemed nice, and from what I hear she made Summer look stupid. Not a bad person over all in my book. But I know for a fact that she was a pivotal piece of BUD at one time, and she really put a footprint on that business. But that doesn't mean they should vote her into the Hall of Fame because she died, but because of how much ass she kicked."

"Right. Let's talk about things outside of San Anotonio first. It seems that your brother, Russell Stephens - known as Turner on the circuit - has been gaining momentum lately. On youtube and other video community websites his promos have been highly rated. It seems to run in the blood. Care to comment?"

"Sure, Russell is my brother. He has paid his dues already to this business, he's actually been in it longer than I have. He was really low on the radar for a while because he actually helped run a promotion up in Detroit. He also has endured some injuries that has put a hampering on his progress in the industry."

"And with those injuries has resulted in his drinking habits and dependency on pain pills, or at least that's what he says when the camera is rolling."

"No, that's what he's like when the camera isn't rolling. I haven't watched a single promo of his where he's popping pills or drinking, just smoking his cancer sticks. He knows what the business is like, and if he got caught popping ILLEGAL pain perscriptions then he'd be boned. Plus, no one will hire a guy that is drunk in the ring. He does do what he says he does, but he hasn't done it on camera because his promos haven't taken you inside his world yet. He's had you focus on everything else, everyone else's bullshit. He is riddled with problems, yet he turns the camera, and literally disects his opponents in front of you like some odd science project. Some of his opponents have tried so hard to attack him with words or verbally degrade him. But what is there to verbally degrade? That shit just bounces off of him because his image on himself is already negative. He doesn't care what anyone else has to say about him, because his biggest enemy is himself. That's the way he is, and always has been ever since my dad and I walked out on my mom and him."

"You highlighted that experience in your life in your documentary. Do you plan on continuing it?"

"Yeah, it's not meant to be an every week thing. I'll continue it when I need to."

"Let's talk about Wrestle For Glory where you are the World Heavyweight Champion. That's right folks, Rot is the World champ. Tell us about WFG, and your experience."

Rot moves his WFG World Heavyweight strap towards the mic, as if to let it speak.

"WFG is awesome in so many different ways. It's laid back. Uh... and I'm the World Champion. There is a lot of good talent over there, but no one that can touch me. But that's what it would be like everywhere, including W2K. Honestly, it feels great to finally be holding the most prized title in a business. When I won it, I couldn't believe it. The fans couldn't either... well not that I won it, but how I won it. I pulled some pretty underhanded stuff over there kinda like I did in W2K, but shit. That's the business, and that's me. Get over it, and don't catch feelings about it."

"Does that go out to Con Escobar and Cryse Treborn?"

"Sure, and that goes out to everyone else that thinks I'm a douchebag for what I did. It had to be done, simple as that."

"It seems a lot of people are thinking you're a aforementioned 'bag of douche' these days, Rot."

"Now I know why Dante knocked your ass out, but please Zinger, elaborate."

"Three letters. WRM."

"OH MY GOD! SHIT! YOU SAID WILLIAM RODNEY MERCY'S NAME, AND ALL OF A SUDDEN SINCE HE HAS NO IDEA WHO I AM, I'M SUPPOSED TO COWER IN FEAR OF HIS FWA AWESOME-NESS! Please Zinger or anyone else who bought into WRM's opinion on us over here in W2K. The guy is a fuckin' chump. He is so washed up, and it doesn't come to me as a surprise that Miller beat him. It wasn't a miracle, it was bound to happen. Now don't take what I say about WRM as my feelings on FWA, in fact, what I said about the riot was a joke. WRM couldn't see that, or he just had a tough time weighing the joke in his head. It's not my fault everyone else had to speak their mind on the riot. It's not my fault WRM doesn't like us over in W2K. It's WRM's fault for being a wash-up. I could shatter that guy because I'm young, talented, and I'm WAY smarter than that guy. If WRM doesn't know who I am, maybe he should open his eyes. Or perhaps the glare from my gold is making him shelter his eyes. Next time I won't use so much polish, douchebag. But for now, you're just that - a douchebag. Get over yourself, because there are a ton of people across the circuit that could put you down like Jesse James Miller did."

"ZAH-ZAH-ZINGAH!"

"Yes Zinger, very good. Rot, there has been some gossip about you sleeping with Jade. Well, she came right out and said it. What do you have to say for yourself, and what about your wife?"

"What about her? The time I slept with Jade is when my wife and I were broken up due to being away from each other so much. It was out of lust, obviously, and I porked her well. I can admit to that, because it's not hard to. Would I choose her over my wife? Hell to the no. My wife is better than any woman imaginable, and is easy on the eyes if you don't mind me sayin'.  I love her to death, and no woman could come between her."

"Not even Rain Storms?"

"Uh... Zinger, are you looking at her profile on W2K, or something? That was random. But I could see where you'd think I wanted her. Let's see, she's the W2K Championess. She is really really good looking, and she can kick some major ass. She's made the women's division here her bitch time after time. Plus, a girl like that and I could connect. But again, I got a wife, and I'm not a sex addict. I can wait a day or two, but three is pushing it."

They laugh, because they all know. Well, maybe Zinger and Rot. Okay, maybe just Rot.

"Speaking of W2K, that's our next topic. Give us the tell-all, Rot. Why'd you do what you did, and how do you think poeple are going to react to this?"

"Well, let's see. I'm the Television champion. Tim Torn thinks I'm just a stooge, Summer thinks I beat up on her for no reason, and everyone thinks I'm an asshole in general. Sweet, but if anyone actually listened to a damn word I said, they'd figure out I had it all planned. I knew Con was susceptable to me being his friend. When he first broke out in the business he thought I was an 'elite'. Which, he was right, no doubt about it. But I used his own mind against him, and guess who came out as the winner? Me! I'll always win because I use my noggin, kinda like Haywire. Only Haywire is nice, I'm not. I'm sure a lot of people will be mad at me for some time. I bet Dave hates me, cool. Con definitely hates me, but I beat him so whatever. Palsied doesn't hate me, he might play it off like he does. But when he's by himself, you better believe he wants to give me a high-five for doing that. He couldn't do it better himself. Oops, maybe I said too much. But good luck with the SoD man. You're about to get destroyed by Dante."

"Alright, let's do some word association. BECAUSE IT'S FUN LIKE SESAME STREET!"

"Sweet, it's like that game 'Who to piss off the most'."

"Cross."

"Pulled a fast one on the big man, and I don't think he'll be coming back for more. But either way, the guy is talented, and maybe if he wasn't being such a pansy we could get a beer. Then after that we can smash it over some guy's head. Where's the Cross of old?"

"Dante Cross."

"Watch out. I have to as well, but that's because I support McMillion. I'm not too worried though."

"Rain Storms."

"One of the best female wrestlers in the business, no doubt about it. I wouldn't expect less from someone who used to part of The Cause."

"Con Escobar."

"Extremely talented, but extremely blind. Maybe he learned his lesson, though."

"Palsied."

"Still my brother to the end."

"Tim Torn."

"Lost to Alia Starr, if I'm not mistaken. But that's just one time. He might be good, but I'm better. Let him be a hero for a lost cause."

"Scott Addams."

"This guy was actually able to hang with me, and push me. I can admit to that. If he can do that, then he's a dangerous mamma jamma."

"Haywire."

"Probably one of the best the business has ever seen, but I have a feeling he's going to get some big challenges soon. Perhaps he won't be able to face them with the stride he has been having lately. Overall, the guy is a genius. I can't wait to kick the living shit out of him whenever I get the chance to."

"Phantom."

"He used to be washed up before he got big again. There was a time in Phantom's career where he was over two-hundred eighty, and no one wanted to fuck with him. Then he dropped a lot of the weight, got soft, and everyone laughed at him. I don't think anyone is laughing at him now. That guy is big, mean, and he actually can wrestle."

"Exodus."

"Cain beware."

"Ryan Cain."

"Now he has to fight, no more tears. He has to face his fears, and face them with a backbone or what's left of it. He's going to get his ass kicked."

"Well that's it for now, Rot. Thanks for joining us. And thanks for listening wrestling fans. This concludes another Rage Radio. For Zinger, I'm Slim. Goodbye."