We're backsage in one of the c-c-corridors, and all the stage hands seem to be doing their monotonous mundane work. Everything is going as planned as Rot appears before us. He has a determined-yet happy look on his face, like he knows he's going to win, so he's determined on letting other people know it, or something. You get the picture. As the picture unfolds we see the rest of the Sons of Disaster with him. Palsied is reading a magazine, not paying attention to where he's going, and Escobar is drinking a can of W2Kola. From the look on his face, he doesn't seem pleased with the taste of this beverage.

Esco: "Man, this soda really does taste like rat piss."

Rot turns back to his crew, and stops. Palsied walks right into him, and then backs up. He has this look on his face like it was Rot's fault Palsied wasn't paying attention.

Palsied: "Watch where your going, Rob."

Rot shakes his head, and seems to be ready for his upcoming match.

Rot: "Alright guys, I'm gonna go out there, and stomp on this Doomsayer fool."

Esco nods to him, and hands the W2krapola over to a stage hand.

Esco: "Yeah man, that guy is garbage anyway. 'O Rot, Rot, wherefore art thou Rot?' Man, if I wanted to be the next Shakespeare, I'd shave my nuts, and stop wrestling. I think this guy has step one down."

Palsied: "I shaved my nuts before, but that's because I had wicked chaffing going on. But then I just bought looser pants."

Esco looks at Palsied all funny.

Esco: "Or is it because you got loose vagina lips?"

Palsied hits Esco with his magazine, but it seems that trouble approaches. It's the Urban Assault, hide your wallets, yo! Rot turns around, and faces them.

Bobbie Jay: "Lookie what we have here, Darren. A buncha whiteys and dey big black dog. Oh shit, whatchu gon do, bark at me? Shit, I'd euthanize yo ass before you open yo big jawls, ho."

Esco just shakes his head.

Esco: "You know, I'm surprised you even know what the word 'euthanize' means. You must've gotten knocked upside the head with a brick when you were in second grade, and forgot how to speak, you dumbass."

Darren makes an "o0o0o0o" sound, and Bobbie shoots a glare at him.

Darren: "Sorry nigga, he got you wit that one."

Bobbie Jay: "You know what, I dun even give a shit, dawg. I'm already bangin' his momma every night."

Palsied: "So you're banging a dude?"

Everyone besides for Bobbie makes the "o0o0o0o". Rot laughs a little bit, and sees that Bobbie wants to fight back. But Rot stops all of those shenanigans from even starting.

Rot: "Alright Bobbie, cut it out. If you really wanna get at Con, then do it in the ring. Your voice is annoying, and quite simply put, I don't even think you got what it takes to make it in this business. You just want to have a bunch of racist whites notice you so you get a little attention, even though you have shit for talents. So why don't you guys find each other in the rumble? Until then, get your pathetic whiney-asses out of my way. Jeez, you talk about stereotypical black guys, these are it right here. Drop the Malcom X badge, you wannabes."

The SoD walks away from the UA, and Bobbie looks none to pleased.

Bobbie: "I'LL GET YO RACIST CRACKA HONKY WHITE SPOOK ASS NEXT TIME, YOU GHOST!"