*Jay Phillips is standing in Paul Priest's locker room. The room itself is lined with mirrors and a vanity desk with lots of hair product covering the top. Paul is looking at himself in the mirror. As he turns his head to check out his right side, he sees Jay standing behind him. He shudders to himself and turns around.*
Paul Priest: Oh god... Who are you and why, might I ask, are you so ugly?
Jay Phillips: I'm Jay... hey! What? Mr. Priest, I am here to get some answers as to why you attacked Trixie, multiple times I might add, in your match with Scotty Paris.
PP: Are you with Hollywood Insider? I thought the NRWL would keep you away from stars like myself until we were prepared.
JP: Hollywood...? No! I'm Jay Phillips of the NRWL.
PP: Eh? Well, whatever. Your question? It was about Trixie, yes?
JP: Yes. The whole world wants to know why you attacked a woman like that! It was truly shocking. One of the most shocking things in NRWL history. Would you care to elabor -- Paul? Paul?
*Paul Priest has turned his attention back toward his mirrored walls. He smiles to himself and brushes his hair aside.*
PP: Jay, look. I'm not aggressive toward women. I love women. I love all women. And they love me! This Trixie tramp, well, I don't know what her problem is. Maybe she's a lesbian, not that I haven't had my way with them either. Haha! Hahaha! Ah... last Summer in Venice. Anyway Jim --
JP: Jay.
PP: -- The fact is, I was settling my differences with this Scotty Paris guy and she comes down to the ring. I thought she had a change of heart and was coming to support me. It was shortly after that I realized she came down to support Scotty! Well, I don't know what to say, I was angry. What an insult! I put myself out there, she turns me down, and aligns herself with my opponent?
JP: You know she has been at Scotty's side since they came into the NRWL, right?
PP: What? Hmm... That does make more sense, I suppose. So she was there, distracting me and you know what? I just had enough. I just knew she was going to screw me over in that match and so I did what I had to do. I defended myself! The referee should have banned her from coming out there in the first place! What did the referee do? He disqualified me! If he had done his job in the first place, I would have won that match. Instead, I had to do it. I'm the tragic hero here, do you understand? If I could just get another match with Scotty Paris with Trixie banned from ringside, I can right this wrong.
JP: So you aren't taking any blame at all for this?
PP: You should leave. I have guests coming in a few minutes. Beautiful, very naked women. We'll probably break most of these mirrors because of all the action.
JP: Wow. Can... can I watch?
PP: That's sick! Get out of here!!!
*Paul opens the door and shoves Jay out the door. Just as he is tossed out, four, scantily clad women walk past him and into Paul's dressing room.*
PP: Ladies... come on in. I have some new moves to try. Can any of you touch your toes to the back of your head for an extended period of time?
*The door closes and Jay is standing there just staring at it.*
JP: This man is my god....
