Backstage, a few yards from gorilla position, The crowd could be heard in the distance as it sounded like there was a match currently taking place. Staff in their show blacks rummaged around in the back ground as slight conversation could be heard. Backlash was definitely still mid production as Dean stood in front of the camera with Michael Cole, Sweat gleaming off his body as his face was read. There was a soft panting as you can tell he hadn't had his traditional post match can of sardines yet. Next to him was Rosario, looking as palpable as ever, no sweat, no signs of activity on his face. Michael Cole started it off as Vinny the cameraman gave the signal from behind the camera.

"Firstly, congratulation to you Dean. It seems you have revived the win streak, and in an explosive way as you are now set to continue in the King of the Canvas Tournament! How does it feel to gain a victory, especially against such a revered opponent."

Dean moved forward to answer the question, but left a good 3 seconds of silence as nothing came out from his lips. He inhaled to begin, but then glanced at Rosario who looked at the rookie. The two nodded as Dean took a step back. A skinny puny little man came up to tap the wrestler on the shoulder as he was getting Dean's attention. Dean looked over, spotting a tin of fish and a pair of chopsticks in the staff members hand as he quickly took those. A large tin cracking sound then took over as Rosario began to answer.

"First of all, We're not talking about that carny of an opponent, OK Cole...Otherwise...Thanks, we deserve it. Dean did exactly what we said we were going to do. This tournament has some great names, but none quite have the will this man has. We're after the money, the big bills, and that means big wins. We went in, we called the spots, and we made them happen. It's all about points ya know. Points of excitement, points in your bank account, and points of impact blah blah blah..."

Rosario looked over as the delicious smell of slightly smoked and steamed fish hit the air. There was a lick of his lips as Dean put the chopsticks to quick use, showing off a shiny little sprat, gleaming with high quality olive oil. B12's were the key, B12's spelled success, in a way at least.

"Speaking of impact. Beating The Number Three is a big deal, if you'd like to talk about it or not, we need to know why did you guys handle it in such a...crass way."

The smell was hitting Cole as Dean got closer to Cole, glaring at him. Rosario rushed Cole as well to impose some sort of physical Threat.

"Listen Here Bud. We tapped him out. End of story. The oh so legendary Three finally submitted, and of course he would! He's washed up! He's everything we are here to dismantle. The hokey gimmicks, the theatrics, The old generation of monsters who plagued the locker room! Taking away time from the talent that deserved it. It's time for the wealth to spread and a new era of talent to enter. Fact is, Dena is splishing and splashing through waves, one competitor at a time baby. And frankly if that's all Three has to offer..then what we did was fair, time is up baby. It's time for this Big Strong Boy Dean Joh-..."

Rosario left his statement opened as he pulled out a buzzing phone. The phone case had a sardine on it as he quickly answered. Dean lost interest in Cole as the can was now empty and being handed off to another roaming staff member. "What's going ******** style="color: olive"> Rosario looked up with a firm and sad face as he looked at the rookie. "Dean it's for you. It's about your son." Dean immediately snatched the phone, walking off screen, Rosario quickly following him.

"And there was First Class!"