Johnny swaggers into the Men's Locker room, only one other sits in there, it's Dante Cross... He sits on a steel chair, lacing up his last boot, not noticing Legend at first.... Johnny smirks.

Johnny Legend: "... Heya.. Rookie."

Legend opens up his locker, looking pleased with himself. Dante looks up now, and shakes his head... he looks back down and grins, almost laughing.

Dante: "Rookie, huh?"

Dante picked up the Impact Title belt that layed next too his chair, and stood up, flipping the belt onto his shoulder.

Dante: "Where's your Championship belt, again.. Johnny?"

Legend looks back, and shrugs...

Johnny Legend: "Im climbing the ladder... The only belt that im heading for is the W2K Championship."

Dante: "Climbing the ladder?"

Legend turns round fully, hands on hips... he smirks.

Johnny Legend: "Yeah... If you want I don't mind stepping down a rung and taking that Impact title belt?"

Dante: "You couldn't take this belt if I fricken' threw it at you, 'JL'... Your a joke, man."

Johnny Legend slams his locker shut... just for effect.

Johnny Legend: "ME?... A JOKE? I'll challenge you, 'man'... Any freakin' day of the week. And what is more?.. I'll beat you. And I can say that pretty damn confidently."

Dante: "You say a whole lot of things confidently, buddy... Just turns out 99% of it is bullshit."

Johnny Legend: "You-"

He's cut off...

Dante: "Save it, Johnny. You need a lesson in real wrestling... Just give my title defense tonight a watch, im sure you'll be amazed."

Johnny makes a 'pfft' sound..

Johnny Legend: "YEAH.. Amazed at how freakin' sucky it is."

Dante laughs... he shakes his head, and turns away, now walking toward the door..

Dante: "Idiot."

Legend huffs and puffs, he turns back too his locker, opening it as we fade too black.