The scene opens up with clips of the TNT/Pepsi press conference, involving the TNT Television Champion Lyricz. We see Lyricz make a speech about himself and Pepsi. We see Lyricz, Mr. Marcel Hasan, and Mr. Johnathon Pepsiello shaking hands and giving a slight hug. We cut back to live television as we see Lyricz walks down the hallway with his TNT Television Championship slung over his left shoulder. He’s on his cell phone as the camera moves in.
Lyricz: Johnny P., what’s up?…Yes, I see the limousine…I’ll be there within the next 10 or so hours…Yes…yes…wait…ok….that’s fine….whatever you want to do it fine by me. I’ll catch you in a while…ok…Ciao.
Lyricz flips his phone close as puts it back in his pocket. He makes his way to the exit, as a figure appears from the adjacent hallway. It’s Nick Pellett! Nick walks straight and then turns his body toward Lyricz. Lyricz smirks as Nick looks serious.
Nick Pellett: Where you going, champ? Off to your Pepsi shoot? The Pepsi shoot that should be mine?
Lyricz: Are you serious? You’re jealous that I got a Pepsi deal, why you sit there, being a little whiny bitch. You can’t be happy for a friend?
Nick Pellett: Lyricz, first off, you ain’t my friend. I don’t care that you’re in the Titans. You don’t belong here, but because Alexi wants you here, I respect his decision.
Lyricz: You respect his decision, but not me? Is that the case Nick? Still bitter that I ended your TNT career and took your title. Still bitter that you can’t join Trouble Shooter, Alexi Draconis, and myself in battle against TNT and the Dynasty?
Nick Pellett: Once again, you talk shit out of your mouth. We all know, you didn’t beat me, you didn’t take my title, and you sure as hell didn’t end my TNT career for the moment. We all saw James Ramage come down and push me off the ladder. We all saw him screw me over. You were just in the right place, at the right time, that’s all.
Lyricz: “We all saw James Ramage come down,” if we all saw it, including yourself, how come you still fell for it. Nick, I told you Coke got a new drink out called “Berry Bitch.” Here, I’ll call Coca-Cola up now and ask them if they can give you a deal.
Lyricz reaches into his pocket and flips his phone. He starts to dial a few numbers. He goes to put it to his ear, but Nick Pellett slaps it out of his hand. The phone falls to the ground as breaks into a few pieces.
Lyricz: Who the HELL do you think you are?
Nick Pellett: I’m Nick Pellett. I’m the man, that if you don’t watch your damn step, will end your career. I never liked you Lyricz, and I never will. I never respected you, and I won’t ever. But, you shouldn’t be worrying about me, or Pepsi, you should be worry about Johnny Fly.
Lyricz: Who are you to tell me who I should or shouldn’t be worrying about. You ain’t my dad, my friend, and you sure as hell should be telling me who I should or shouldn’t be worrying about, when you haven’t wrestled in TNT for about five months.
Nick Pellett: You know what, Lyricz, do what you want to do. You want to do Pepsi commercials, do them. You don’t care about the Titans enough to prepare.
Lyricz: Prepare for what? Dynasty? Fuck Dynasty. Egotistical son of a bitches. All dysfunctional. Don’t know who’s commanding the fucking group. Johnny Fly is leaving the Sunday, so Rollin Thunder’s going to be the leader?
Nick Pellett: Not just prepare for Dynasty, but for your match with Johnny Fly. But, whatever. I don’t give a damn. Do what you want to do. You got the biggest match of your career, and you going to blow it.
Lyricz: Like the same way, you did with me?
Nick Pellett gets in Lyricz’ face as they stare at each other. Lyricz backs off.
Lyricz: I got a commercial to do. Nick, you might hate me. You might detest me. But, you gotta live with me being better than you. And bitch, get me a new phone.
Lyricz pushes the exit door open as the hallway become lit with lightness. The door closes, as all the light goes away. The camera pans to Nick Pellet as he exhales deeply and grunts. The camera shoots downward as we see Nick Pellett stepping and squishing Lyricz’ broken phone.