Steve Storm is shown backstage. An interviewer is beside him.
Excuse me, Steve, what is your opinion on the invasion of USW?
I couldn't care less. I don't care who comes into this company or what goes on aslong as I'm the champ. I'm out for one person and that's me. These newbs can do what they want aslong as it doesn't involve me, seriously, you screw with me and I'll put you on the shelf. Look what I did to that fuck tard Aaron Kendrick. That jobber needs to stop running his mouth because I've had enough of listening to his girly voice drone on about chipping a nail. He's a fag.
That's pretty harsh Steve.
Your mum's pretty harsh on the eye but you don't hear me whining like a bitch. You have David Sykes and him bum boys come out here and moan about being invaded and claim this place is the cream of the cream of the crop. What a joke, the only organization that means anything is Ring of Glory. This place is a dump but it adds another title belt to my impressive CV so I'll stick around. But you losers should remember that without me this place would go straight down the pan. No one would watch this trash if my name wasn't on marque. I'm the only reason people tune in to watch it and everyone knows it.
Well I'd like to know your...
Ahh go back to playing World of Warcraft in your mums house.
Steve pushes the interviewer out the way and walks off down the corridor.