BACKSTAGE FLASH!

[ Trunks' makeshift office with Hamid's desk... he's shaking his head and smiling at the monitor as the door opens and in walks James McKnight. He slams his fist on the table all menacing like. ]

Trunks: "Something I can possibly help you with?"

McKnight: "What is this shit?!"

Trunks: "Uhmmm.... what shit is that sir?"

McKnight: "Ohh... what a crapfest this place is. I should have given you and that Arabic asshole the finger instead of signing. I AM THE IMPACT CHAMPION... so how can you have a match for it tonight to crown one.... IF I ALREADY HAVE IT?"

Trunks: "Okay then.... where is it?"

[ Seconds tick by, as McKnight finally says: ]

McKnight: "I don't have it ON me, stupid. I won it at Wrestlepalooza-"

Trunks: "Ahhhh, I see where the misunderstanding is now, Mister McKnight. You see, everything after Anarchy is null and void. You never won the Impact Title at Palooza because Palooza didn't take place."

McKnight: "What the hell do you mean it never took place?! I was there, I took place in it, also my win was in it... so uh.... you know... I won it. There. See? I saw you there."

Trunks: "Whoa, I wasn't there. Don't imply that, I can lose my job, man."

McKnight: "Maybe you should lose your job, if you're gonna take my damn title away!"

Trunks: "I can't take away a title you don't have, dear kind sir. Now, if you want the title, you can go out there and do something about it, like win it on the record, so all this meaningless talk can lead somewhere."

McKnight: "........ fine. I'll go out there and DEFEND my title. Then I'll be back so you can kiss my ass."

[ Follow McKnight out the door, where Kutter Flash is about to come in with the Championship.... until someone blindsides him with a chair!! ]

Johnny Fame: "OHH-AH!!! That;s what you get, for messing with my girl!"

Kutter Flash: "You little piece of snot-"

[ Another blindside from the back, Kutter shakes off the webs, stumbling, and then JAR and Fame both Con-CHAIR-To him right in the noggin, and he goes down. ]

Johnny Fame: "Now that's gangsta."

Jon Reed: "Hells yeah. PITEWEE!"

[ Reed spits at Kutter, and kicks him in the ribs. ]

Johnny Fame: "Let's totally go tell Terri we busted him up and left him for dead. One of us is sure to get laid then."

[ Trunks flies through the door. ]

Trunks: "... Jesus. You two dolts..."

Johnny Fame: "Oh shut up, he was getting on your nerves, too. Geex, we do the entire world a favor, Jon, and they act like we kicked their champions' ass or something."

Jon Reed: "Yeah... faggots."

Trunks: "I AM NOT A FAGGO- Ugh... you two are definately gonna get it. You wanna be funny? You wanna mess with the Champ? Next week, you'll get your chance.... in a match. A Handicapped match.... you two morons versus Kutter Flash.... and I think most of the W2K will agree that you two are the handicap. Now get out of my sight!"

Jon Reed: "Fag."

Johnny Fame: "Totally."

[ Fade out. ]