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The scene opens inside of the locker room of Paul Roberts. As the camera pans around the room, we see "Primetime" sitting in front of a TV on a blue metal folding chair. Chad and Everett can be seen standing behind him. Roberts is wearing black shades, a black t shirt and blue jeans. The WCF World Title is slung over his shoulder. They all have confused looks on there face.
Primetime: Did either of you two understand that?
Chad: Are we even sure that he knows he is going to be in a match this Monday?
Everett: You know you can get arrested for beating up a retard dont you?
Primetime: No, No, he seems to know full well what he is doing. He just seems to lack the ability to speak in one compleat thought. Or speak words that are actually ... words. I mean this guy is creating his own language.
Everett: I mean Viper is one thing, but this guy is in a class all his own.
Primetime: I know I mean I assumed that because he holds the Regional title I would have some respect for him. I mean after all he is a champion. But come on, does he even know how to put that thing on?
Chad: Well Paul, this may be all mind games, we dont want to underestimate him.
Everett: Please, an untrained monkey could defeat that man.
Primetime: Well I have a little promo of my own, that will seem almost identical to this man we have seen on TV.
**Roberts picks up the remote and points it at the TV, starting a tape in the VCR that he recorded earlier this week. The camera pans over as it views the screan it transisions to full screeen.
It appears that we are on some kind of talk show. Not so different from that of Jerry Springer or Conan Obrian. The host of the show is none other than, you guessed it, the one and only king of primetime! Paul Roberts. He is dressed in a white longsleaved turtle neck, and black slacks. He walks toward the camera and lifts the microphone to his mouth.**
Paul Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for joining us today, on "Primetime in the Daytime" that is being brought to you by my production company that produces all of my non DSW/WCF productions, Planet Primetime Productions. No this is not one of my famouse primetime speacials, this I do for all of you. This is somthing that I will do from time to time, along with my primetime speacials-
**Crowd Cheers, but does not show the crowd, indicating that it is probably a clap track.**
Paul Roberts: Thank you, Thank you, You know I do this all for you!
**Crowd Cheers once again.**
Paul Roberts: Oh your too kind...But we better get down to buisness, today my guest is none other than my opponent this week, thats right, I am willing to put our differences asside for a good interview!
***Crowd Roars its approoval.**
Paul Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen, he is none other than, the DSW Regional Champion! Big Blue Dong!
**Compleat silence follows for a few moments, and then Roberts recieves a message from a stage hand.**
Paul Roberts: Whats that?
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Paul Roberts: Oh, its Big Blue Devil? Oh...jessh, ladies and gents! Big Blue Devil!
**Yet another clap track is played as a paid actor who looks halfway like BBD enters the stage area, he is carrying a replica of the DSW Regional Title, on his shoulder. He walks up to the desk and sits down in the front chair. Roberts takes his place behind the desk and they shake hands. **
Paul Roberts: Well, BBD what brings you to this neck of the woods?
Fake BBD: Well,I be eating when called,and I thoughted,I shoot a bird when I was five!For you know that I am the Regional Champiom,and that is enough to prove that I am bester.
Paul Roberts: Uh Huh...So all competiton aside, what do you think of our little WCF invasion of DSW? What do you think of WCF: Revolution.
Fake BBD: For you know that the DSW is the best,and yet hide behind THAT title!
Paul Roberts: Um...What title? My WCF World Heavywieght Championship? I dont have it with me. Your...Your pointing at my crotch.
Fake BBD: Indeed I am.But what you need to know is I am beat you to a pulp!
Paul Roberts: Come on now, lets be civil. We can get along like gentlemen.
Fake BBD: I be the only gentleman here,for you know that you have not yet won the best match ever.
Paul Roberts: Ah, and you have?
Fake BBD: I am the greatest match ever!
Paul Roberts: Did you grow up under powerlines as a kid?
Fake BBD: How did you know?I swore never to tell!
Paul Roberts: Just a guess, where you also hit in the head a lot throughout your career?
Fake BBD: I has taken a few to the noggin.
Paul Roberts: Well since you insist on talking about the match we are in this Monday, why dont you tell me why you think that your worthless DSW Regional Title, compares to my prestegioue WCF World Title.
Fake BBD: For you know that the WCF is no more and that the DSW is still going. And that makes my title as good as yours.
Paul Roberts: Well honestly the WCF is verry close to gaining a TV spot again, not to mention that the WCF: Revolution has been nothing short of dominant when it comes to you DSW guys.
Fake BBD: For you know that I am better,and for that reason I am better.
Paul Roberts: Ok, fine you are better I give up. Any closing comments?
Fake BBD: I will leave you with this,beat me if I can, survive if you let you!
**Fake BBD gets up from his seat and punches the desk, but does not blemish it. He walks away and can be seen shaking his hand in a massive amount of pain.**
Paul Roberts: Well ladies and gents, that was Big Orange Waffle! stay tuned, I have his former tag team partner Huge Wang! Dont go away!
**The camera pulls way out and fades to black.**
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