I GOT 2 WORDS 4 YA… LEGEND DAIRY

We cut to another area of the backstage area and see hands clasped together.

Knuckles white.

The forehead of the Permascar Sortastar rests against his hands, his eyes closed in what seems to be deep concentration.

Perhaps – dare we say – in deep prayer.

“Hey boss, you almost done in there?”

Oh, it’s that type of focus.

Tights pulled down to his knees, the cartoon grinning G in the perfect spot to keep things for the imagination.

Tony Gamble: Yeah, be right out.

Frank Pastore walks away from the stall door, and out into the locker room where Domingo Cruz is sitting on one of the benches. 

We obviously weren’t going to stay in the stall while Tony wiped.

Domingo Cruz: He knows he has to be in the ring in like five minutes, right?

Frank Pastore: He knows.

Domingo Cruz: Still pissed Cross snitched us out to Troy.

Frank shrugs his shoulders.

Frank Pastore: If he thinks that gives him some sort of advantage, he ain’t been paying attention.

Domingo Cruz: It’s a bitch move, if you ask me.

A flush is heard.

Frank Pastore: Would you expect anything less? Eddie’s been acting like a little bitch for a while now. Making friends with Anna and Kohime, trying to be all buddy buddy with everybody on Jabber. 

Domingo Cruz: Glad he didn’t take the boss up on his offer, last thing we need is some two faced punk watching our back…we’d never be able to trust the guy.

The sound of water running can now be heard as Tony calls out from the bathroom.

Tony Gamble: I would’ve put a stop to that shit real quick, trust me.

Frank Pastore: Like you did with C, when he started getting all cozy with Kohime.

Tony Gamble: Exactly.

Tony walks into the room, wiping his hands with a paper towel.

Tony Gamble: Speaking of, where the hell is he? Figured he’d be hitting the showers already.

Domingo Cruz: He came in while you were in the can, said he needed to get some fresh air while you finished up in there.

Tony Gamble: Guess I’ll see him when I get back.

Frank Pastore: You ready for this?

Tony nods, his grin curled into a smile they could make a horror movie out of.

Tony Gamble: Come on, Frankie…I was born for this.

We then cut back to ringside.