(Backstage,Lizzie Boring watches Hyman's commentary in undisguised contempt and makes a rude gesture at the TV screen.)
LIZZIE:Just you wait,you little toad...my Robbie will chew you up and spit you out like old gum!XPW's gonna OWN this sport--
Her ruminations are interrupted by the appearance of reigining XPW world heavyweight champion Darien Irons,who's wearing his trademark leather jacket and an "OAKLEY SUCKS AND SO DOES RDCW" T-shirt.
LIZZIE:Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for your match against Oakley?
IRONS(snickers):Relax,babe--this match is gonna be a piece of cake.Oakley won't last two minutes in the ring once I get my hands on him.Hell,if a jobber like Mister JLA can beat him,it should be a cinch for XPW's main man.
Huge Rick Fudley walks toward them for the far end of the hallway and high-fives Irons.
FUDLEY:That's right,brother...XPW rules,RDCW drools.
We then fade to commerical.
