*scene opens backstage with Jay Phillips in the arena, a few hours before the matches start.*
Jay: Well, ladies and gentlemen. I’m a volatile spot, because right now I’m standing in between Scotty “The Body” Paris and Pedro Muchacho. Gentlemen, you are slated to face each other tonight. And this match stems back to the colors tournament—
Scotty: *interrupting* That’s right punk! This goes back to when this masked burrito here decided to viciously attack Trixie! An innocent bystander and a defenseless lady! What kind of man does that? I’ll tell you, what kind! A piece of crap kind!
Pedro: That ees an eensult, hombre!
Scotty: Yeah, no kidding!
Pedro: Thees ees not my fault, hombre! What was she doing so close to the reeng? We were chaving a match! She chuld’ve not gotteen so close to the reeng!
Scotty: Trixie, as my valet, has a right to be out there! She minds her own business and never once done anything wrong while at ringside!
Pedro: Ha! Lies! She has gotteen eenvolved plenty of times, chico! And she has gotteen eenvolved with Pedro Muchacho too! Ole!
Scotty: Hey! You shut your taco hole! Who do you think you’re talking to! I guarantee you will never landscape another yard in this state again!
Pedro: Eets all talk, hombre. But all that talk won’t get chore mujer back from me! Aye!
Scotty: Why you--!!1
*Scotty lunges at Pedro and the two lock up and begin exchanging blows before security teams break them apart. They yell at each other as the scene ends.*
