Backstage, James Fantastic is watching a monitor of the in-ring action, when Ryan brusts in, twitching like a hyper lunatic
RF: Hey, Jimmy! Howzitgoin?
JF: Hey, Ryan. Just getting a look at the competition before next week.
RF: AWESOME! Didja get us the match? Didja? Dija?!!!
JF: We've been through this. I talked to the Doc, and we might get a match, if there's a spot for us.
RF: Cool! Who'dya think they'll put us up against, huh? Do ya think we'll get Joe Mama! Ihopeso! We could take him, huh, jimmy?
JF: Whoah there Ryan! We're pretty good, but this is Joe Mama we're talking about. Plus, that leads into facing off against Grimm, and we both remember his record.
RF: Oh HELL yeah! Man, I c'n remember the Hellions in ECW! They fuckin' ruled, man! Fuckin' RULED!
JF: Exactamundo. Right now, we keep our heads down and work on building up your experience. And if we should happen by any tag titles, well...
RF: We grab 'em! Oh man, this is gonna be so frickin' awesome! R-D-C-FUCKIN'-W!
Ryan heads out again, and James watches him go, bemused
