*In The Company locker room, Slick Willie prepares to make an announcement:*
Slick Willie: Men, Ah know that lately we have been a bit down on our luck. Ah have looked into ways to turn things around, and Ah have come to some very disappointing conclusions. Fer one, ya can't buy the refs in this league.
Howler: Man, that sucks. Buying refs off always worked back in the IEW, right, Charlie?
Highwayman: Anything else we can do, Boss?
Slick Willie: Well, ya also can't buy the GM, so that's out, too.
Charlie: I could just, y'know, re-negotiate with him
Highwayman: You mean you'd brake both his legs?
Charlie: That's my job!
Howler: Shut up both of you! Well, boss, what else have you managed to do?
Slick Willie: What Ah did manage to do, as a manager, is get our man Charlie a shot at the Eurotrash Title at Robblemania!
Howler: Nice work, sir. Charlie, ya feeling up to it?
Charlie: Ya kidding me, right? Nowhereman's the Eurotrash champ, and I've been itching to get back at him since the street fight at Rumble!
Highwayman: You want em at ringside, in case anything goes wrong?
Charlie: I'll manage, thanks. Boss, you're the greatest!
Slick Willie: Shucks. Ah'm just doin mah job. Now let's get out there and show these poor folks how Big Business works!
