"Indeed, interviews are beginning in just a few moments. W2K let me hire out a room in the arena to hold it�?Yes, Bryan. Everything’s in hand."

[ The Scene slowly opens in a small room.. We see a large black chair, facing away from us, so we don’t know who’s sat in it. In front of that chair is a desk, then a steel chair. It’s a simple scene, damnit. ]

"I’m your agent�?I’ll find you the BEST man for the job."

[ There’s a knock at the door�?]

"COME IN!"

[ The door swings open, and in walks local independent talent; HellRazer. A rather psychotic looking ‘big man�?�?He sits down on the chair, and looks horrified as the big black chair swings round�?seeing a suited Monkey sat in it. The Monkey has a cell phone in one hand, with Sunglasses perched on top of his head�?‘he�?was Bryan Williams agent. ]

Agent: "UHH!"

HellRazer: "�?Uh�?You’re Williams�?agent?"

Agent: "Hell yes, I am. I’d ask you your name, but it’d be worthless.. It’s already a ‘no�?"

[ HellRazor’s still shocked about whats infront of his eyes to truly care about the interview itself. ]

Agent: "You’d make a good �?5 Year old Stonecold�?impersonator. That’s when Austin has had far too much beer and is essentially a fat, old man. I’m here to hold serious interviews. "

HellRazor: "Uh�?

[ HellRazor gets out his chair, somewhat disillusioned. He walks out the room without uttering another word. Straight away, Nuckin Futts strolls in and sits down�?the Monkey takes one look at him, and slaps his forehead comically. ]

Agent: "Oh God. Am I holding interviews in a Zoo? Or in a Wrestling institution?"

[ Nuckin scratches his head. ]

Agent: "Please, throw me a fricken�?banana here. You look like a waster. Some old biker. You should be working behind a bar, not in a wrestling ring. The answer’s no."

[ Nuckin slams a fist down on the desk, expressing his anger and frightening the life out of the Agent, making his tiny ‘Monkey Sunglasses�?fall of. ]

Agent: "Temper, Temper."

[ Next to walk in is Livewire.com�?He sits down, and grins. ]

Livewire: "Ha, a Monkey."

Agent: "Ohhh you think I’M a joke do you? You’re not too hot yourself. Bryan William’s is a top, top wrestler�?He deserves a tag partner at the top of his game. He’s looking for a King Kong, not a Marcel the fricken�?Monkey."

[Suddenly, Bob Pocket walks in�?]

Bob Pocket: "Duuuude it’s a Monkey. That’s pretty cool."

Agent: "Are you looking for a Tag team partner?"

Bob Pocket: "Sure�?

"BOB!"

[ PJ Curtis jogs in. ]

PJ Curtis: "I’m your tag partner, remember."

Bob Pocket: "Dude, you’re right."

[ PJ stares at the Monkey behind the desk.. and no, we’re not talking about Livewire.com ]

PJ Curtis: "Man, I knew it."

Agent: "What are you to babbling on about?!"

PJ Curtis: "Well you’re holding auditions for a Planet of the Apes sequel aren’t you?"

Bob Pocket: "I didn’t really like the remake, man."

Livewire: "Am I gonna be this guys tag partner or what?"

Bob Pocket: "Dude I’ve already got one."

Livewire: "Not you!"

Agent: "NO! Get out, all of you."

[ Livewire walks out. Bob smiles pleasantly, pulling something out his pocket. ]

Bob Pocket: "Hey little man, you like Hersheys?"

PJ Curtis: "Monkeys�?don’t like chocolate, Bob."

Bob Pocket: "They like the cookies and cream type."

[ Bob slowly moves a bar of Hersheys across the desk. ]

PJ Curtis: "Dude they HATE the stuff!"

Bob Pocket: "What do they like, then?"

PJ Curtis: "Monkey, what do you like?"

Agent: "�?Peace and quiet?.... and bananas."

[ Bob and PJ go for a high five ]

PJ Curtis: "We’ll go get you a banana then! See you later, little man!"

[ PJ and Bob ‘bounce�?out the room happily. The door slams shut�?Bryan’s agent slowly grabs the bar of Hershey’s left on the desk�?]

Agent: "B*tches."

[ He spins away on his chair, as the scene fades to black. Random!!1!! ]