The camera fades-in to show the much loved Swag Master, Cartwright, backstage with his personal disc jockey, DJ Rick. Cartwright has his own personal disc jockey because when Cartwright hits the clubs at night to get drunk and ******** bitches, the DJ's usually suck. They have no swag. DJ Rick has swag tp spare, but he knows not to share! Cartwright beats up the clubs DJ's and replaces them with Rick, who really knows how to get the party going. They are rollin' rollin rollin' around in Rick's golf cart. Because golf carts have swag and they are busy people. They don't have time to walk around when the bitches are soaking wet for their cocks. DJ Rick is not driving his golf cart very well, because he is drunk or high or possibly both. I believe that's called crunk.

Cartwright: "SWAG! SWAG! SWAG! LOOOOOOL! YOU JUST RAN OVER DAT KNOB END! LOL!"

The golf cart bounces up and down over some poor mans body. Rick should not be behind a steering wheel in his current state. But who cares about that when you've got swag?!

Rick: "BUR-BUR-BUR-BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRR!!!!!"

Rick smashes into a ladder, where a member of the backstage crew was fixing a light. He plummet down on to the concrete, landing on his neck. He might be dead.

Cartwright: "LOOOOOOOOOL! LOOK AT DAT MORON! HE DESERVED THAT!"

Damn, Cartwright is a p***k huh? Rick spots a cameraman who notices the golf cart and begins to run away.

Cartwright: "CHASE DAT MUPPET!"

DJ Rick is a good lad. In a sense. He listens to Cartwright by chasing the cameraman as he screams for his life. Bad in another sense, as the cameraman gets crushed between the golf cart and a wall.

Cartwright: "LOLOLOLOL! RICK YOU TRULY ARE TEH BEST DJ IN TEH WUUUUURLD!"

Rick: "BUR-BUR-BUR-BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRR!!!!!"

Cartwright and Rick get out of the golf cart. As if the cameraman hasn't suffered enough, Cartwright and Rick then attack the man. Cartwright punches him in the face repeatedly while Rick steals his wallet. They are laughing constantly as they do it.

Cartwright: "LOL THIS HAS BEEN SO MUCH FUN LOL! WHAT IS TEH TIME DJ?!"

Rick: "BOOM O'CLOCK!"

Cartwright: "TIME TO BATTER SOME FAT BOTTY BOI AND THEN WE GO ******** ALL TEH BITCHES THAT ARE DRIPPING WET LIKE TAPS FOR US IN TEH CLUBS RICK INNIT YO?!"

Rick: "INNIT BLUD?!"

Cartwright: "BLUD, INNIT?!"

Cartwright and Rick walk off-camera as the bloodied cameraman cries for his mommy. Suddenly, Cartwright and Rick return to take a selfie with their victim. They then post it on to their Twitter accounts under the hashtag #PotToBlame.

Cartwright: "BLUD I FULLY FEEL BETTER NOW! I WAS TEH BEST WWE:E ASYLUM CHAMPION EVER YO AND AS SOON AS I GET ROBBED OF IT LIKE THAT TOSSERS WALLET, THEY WANT TO DO A UNIFICATION MATCH WITH THAT AND SOME NOTHING TITLE?! BLUD, ARE THEY KIDDING ME?!"

Rick: "LIKE WTF?! THEY HATERS YO! HATERS GONNA HATE!"

Cartwright: "THEY CAN HATE ALL THEY LIKE BUT THEY'LL NEVER POSSESS OUR SWAG! LET'S GO!"

Cartwright and Rick slap the cameraman across the face and walk off camera again. What a couple of cunts.