Backstage, we can see Guy Fausto chatting to a roadie, they both seem to be laughing at somesort of pointless, probably geeky as heck joke told by the admiral of OCW. In the background you can see Jacob Trance approaching, wearing a pair of shorts and a greyish wifebeater that appears to have a Guns 'n' Roses logo plastered onto the front of it in a faded, washed out manner. On his left arm seems to be a tiny bandaid, in his right hand is clutched a set of documents.

Guy Fausto: "I'm sorry Steve, I'll need to handle this..."

The pair nod to one another and Fausto swivels to face the titantic Trance.

Guy Fausto: "Look, we're out of pizza... I can't do anything about that."

In an instant, Jacob pushes his document against Fausto's chest, causing him to stumble a little. Perform a slightly aggrivated duckface, Fausto opens the document and begins to read, occasionally looking up at Trance.

Guy Fausto: "Doctor Nick Riviera?"

Jacob Trance: "Yup, PHD of Miami Vice Doctors School."

Guy Fausto: "Name seems a little familiar, a little too familiar... Pretty sure it's a fake I used awhile back..."

Jacob smirks, shaking his head.

Jacob Trance: "Oh no, it's perfectly legit."

Guy turns the paper upside down for some unknown reason, as if expecting to find somesort of evidence to have the papers thrown out.

Guy Fausto: "Let me guess... Night off?"

Jacobs face is plastered with the most over the top, arrogant grin he can muster.

Jacob Trance: "Night off."

Suddenly, the camera shot is blocked off by something massive, like an eclipse. Slowly the image returns, Sean McGee's biceps getting further and further away from the camera. Without a word, he grabs the papers and rips them up. Causing Jacobs face to controt with rage.

Jacob Trance: "What the hell are you doing? I'm hurt!"

Jacob points numerous times to the small bandaid on his arm, whilst McGee slowly begins to flex.

Sean McGee: "Buffness does not appreciate your flabby presence, or your dirty tactics, trying being a man for once fat boy. No more excuses, no more hiding."

Jacob Trance: "Buffness better watch his mouth before I hand out my own dose of wellness."

The pair get into one anothers faces as Fausto calmly siddles away, leaving them to it. Tension seems to rise, whilst in the background one, Tobin Frost, can be seem sipping a coffee, a pleasant smile on his face, enjoying the display.

Just as McGee raises his massive arms to strike "FIT" Blackwell jumps between the two men . After separating the two "FIT" turns his attention towards Jacob Trance by poking him where his belly button would be and speaking to his stomach .

"FIT" - As much as I'd love to see BUFFNESS beat the donuts out of you ... he's on a TRANCE FAT free diet!!!!!

"FIT" - Hahahahaha ....see what I did there ....TRANS FAT to TRANCE FAT ... Hahahahaha!!!!

Tobin spits his coffee out as he gets a chuckle out of "FITS" joke . Trance turns and gives him an evil look and turns back to McGee .

"FIT" - You see these whale boy ....

"FIT" tries to hold the T.V. and North American titles in Jacobs face but only makes it to his chest . BUFFNESS takes them and drapes them over his shoulders .

BUFFNESS - Get a good look Trance ... and pay close attention to where they are , because they are not leaving BUFFNESSes shoulders .

Jacob Trance: "I'll just tear your arms off you no good mother trucker..."

With a final scowl, Trance disembarks, going to prepare for his match with one, Tobin Frost.