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Vaseline Man runs down the hallway leaving a slick trail behind him as a defense mechanism to a room. VIP, even VM had to give a foot knock to be let in. Big Vaseline had put a lot of money into Final Stand to demonstrate their product and being relegated to a spot in a pre show match was not going to fly, but damn did it work. The donut in Vaseline Man's hand was much larger than the one he pulled off and ran backstage with. In the room was a soon to be SIZZLIN' HOT sipping coffee and getting his hair cut.

"Got some donuts boss."

Hahahahaha

There's a laugh track in the background. As Vaseline Man pulls the joke, he is panting heavily.

"So did they do business?"

"They might be a little angry, but business got done one way or another."

Summers places the donut in his chair, it's too big and squeezes out in areas. Superstar Summers goes to sit in the chair to continue his haircut more comfortably but fits in the middle without touching any cushion.

Hahahaha

Acting like nothing wacky or out of the ordinary was happening, Summers sips from his McDonald's coffee poured into a specialty porcelain cup and takes a bite out of an original glazed. The flakes of glaze scattering over the floor, the barber's assistant sweeping them and any of the thinning hair of Summers. He opens up a newspaper with a program for the weekend's shows.

"Huh, Bison's never putting Rosario over I know where the money is on that. Too many question marks to make any bets. Except me, always bet on B.

The whistling from the background tracks was pushed up a little too loudly and the fans watching at home had hurt ears. Probably an issue with production. I don't know. Rumors around First Class's escapades in the wrestling sportsbooks had made the papers and if they made the dirt sheets, you know it had already gotten to Summers. First Class was stepping on Marauder toes with this so the boss sent Kyle to send a message and Vaseline Man to make sure they got it. Vaseline Man would start slapping some baby oil on the Main Event Marauder to get him glistening for the cameras.

"I only took this show because I wanted to get an inside track on who was returning and the match ups and they promised top bill. The pay's nice but Glacier only gave me one ticket for my posse. Or entourage. Staff. Then I hear Rosario is undercutting our business and brought more people? He had to go out of pocket. ********' mark."

Summers takes another sip out of his Grimace shaped coffee cup as the barber puts shaving cream over his soon to be bald head. This barber was old school too, dressed like a chef and used a straight razor. Real badass stuff. The only guy Summers would trust to give him a Hogan stache.