*The tag team champs are in their locker room.*
Cap: First on the card! People are still going to be making beer runs during out match!
Nw: don't worry. People will be talking about this for a long time.
Cap: What makes you think that?
Nw: Come on, it's the first ever Battlewar. Everyone in this match is walking down that ramp with a title belt. We have the tag chsmps, us, on one team, we have the World champion and the Intercuntinental champ on another and the other team has the Hardcore and Eurotrash champs. Not to mention the fact that the two men who'll be fighting for the World title in the main event of Robbiemania will be face to face. There's gonna be a show stopper right off the bat tonight.
Cap: and there's the other thing...
Nw: What?
Cap: Johnny Evil.
Nw: Oh, him.
Cap: Yeah, him. I can't believe you're not taking this more seriously.
Nw: Remember who you're talking to, Cap.
Cap: Yeah, I know. But he's promised to bring an end to our team and to destroy you.
Nw: Yeah, well, I'm not worried. Johnny Evil won't lay a hand on me. He thinks he has it all figured out. The truth of the matter is that there's no figuring me out. It's just not going to happen. No one can predict what I'm going to do next, so no one can stop me. Mental instability can be a powerful tool. And chicks dig it.
*Ariel walks into the locker room.*
Ariel: It's almost time for the match.
Nw: Thanks.
Cap: We'd better get going.
Nw: You go on ahead, we have a little while. The champs enter last, after all.
Cap: Yeah. Please try not to wear him out too much. We do have a match.
Ariel: I'll try, but no promises.
*Cap walks out, shaking his head as the camera fades to black.*
