Cyrus and Joe appeared on camera between matches, standing at a catering table. Joe was speaking in a distressed manner as The Lion showed an obvious lack of attention as he munched on carrot sticks and celery.
"You're not going to do it this time right?"
"The hell are you twalking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about!"
"Yeah yeah, sure sure." Cyrus paused and glanced at the camera. "Camera's rolling."
"s**t!" Joe said under his breath and quickly turned towards the camera to speak. "Good evening BBW, I'm Joe, Joe the pizza guy, and please assist me in introducing the former Crimson City Champion, Cyrus ********' Everblaze." The camera panned towards Cyrus as Joe turned to him.
Cyrus finished a piece of celery and looked at both Joe and then the camera. The Lion suddenly cleared his throat loudly before beginning. "And so we bring ourselves tonight... to the sold out audience in the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, Tennesseeeeee!" He paused and shook his head. "God dammit! We're in another hillbilly shithole! How the ******** are these people able to afford tickets!"
Joe was taken aback by his friend's response. "Uhh w-well Cyrus-"
"I'm from Tenesseah! I'm gonna git in mah pick up truck and go see that there wrasslin' show, BBW! Then I'ma go to the trailer park and kick back a few PBR while I shoot at cans with mah grand papie's old 45!" Cyrus paused and stared at the camera.
"I don't think that's quite-" Joe was once again cut off by the Lion's rants.
"Seriously, I think I could hear ******** gunshots at the nearby trailer park. If that wasn't enough the last three people that walked up to me were drunk as s**t and thought I worked at taco bell. ******** this place!"
Joe suddenly face palmed during Cyrus' rant and waited for Everblaze to be done. He then shook his head before trying once again. "So want to tell the fans about what happened last week?"
"What Fatso-modo? Eh, I figured it was him when my pizza mysteriously disappeared that night. He seemed a bit too happy."
"So you beat the crap out of him with a steel chair?"
"Yeah pretty much." Cyrus said as he turned to take another piece of celery from the platter.
"Well... do you think he'll be retaliating?" Joe said as he turned and looked over his shoulder. "The catering area isn't exactly the safest place to be if that's the case.
"What? That fat-boy?! Please! Whether it's at the ring or at a buffet line, I can bring a 500 lbs case of whoop a**! That's an industrial size case, my pizza delivering friend."
"And what are your thoughts on your opponent tonight? I believe his name J.W. Caliber."
Cyrus smirked and looked at the camera. "What do I think about J.W. Caliber? Hah! Man, I have no problem dealing with some s**t kicking cowboy! Look, Bobby, what this kid needs to do is hang up his boots and get back to his sheep farm; throw a can of beans over the camp fire and think about marrying one of the fine girls out here. Hell they'll probably be related anyways!"
"God dammit Cyrus my name is Joe! We just talked about this!" Joe dropped the mic and stormed out of view of the camera.
"Oi! Bobby, don't forget to order me a pizza tonight! Pepperoni please! Bobby?! s**t.." Cyrus shook his head and looked toward the camera. He smirks as it zooms in on him. The Lion tilts his shades and raises his mic to his lips once again. "******** J.W. Caliber!" Cyrus dropped the mic immediately after finishing and casually walked away from the camera.
