Nester- Ladies and gentlemen it is me Nester DeFranco here once again for another ratings grabber as you all get to see a true professional take part in my medicine break. I'm talking about none other than the reigning WoW Intercontinental champion Justin Payne!
The lights dim as "Bulls on Parade" by Rage against the Machine blares over the speakers. Justin Payne emerges from behind the curtain to a large pop as he carries his shiny gold belt over his shoulder. Payne makes his way down to the ring, slides in under the bottom rope and walks to the nearest corner. Payne climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises both arms high into the air holding his championship for the fans to see and take pictures of. Justin steps down and makes his way to the center of the ring where Nester is waiting with a microphone in hand. The music fades out and Nester begins to address Justin.
Nester- Just to make this official, I think I better take my medicine.
The crowd erupts as Nester retrieves a medicine bottle from his jacket pocket. He drops a few pills into his hand and raises the microphone.
Nester- You know, I like you Justin. Your a no nonsense kind of guy. A true professional, why don't you join me in taking my medicine?
The crowd begins chanting Justin's name as Justin Payne looks back and forth at the sold out crowd encouraging him to take the medicine. Justin holds out his hand finally as the crowd pops the loudest of the night thus far. Nester drops a couple pills into Justin's hand as Nester nods to count to three. Once Nester does, he tosses the pills over his shoulder onto the ring mat. Justin Payne follows up by doing the same as neither have taken the medicine. The crowd erupts with cheers as it appears the interview segment is finally underway.
Nester- Now that we got that out of the way, I'd like to say congratulations on winning the Royal Rumble last week and securing your spot at Target Locked. I wish I could have been there but in fact the better man won last week on Malice. You were able to withstand "Nester-Mania" in all it's glory, man to man, face to face like a true professional.
Justin Payne nods in agreement as he holds onto his Intercontinental belt tightly.
Nester- The only regret I have is that at Target Locked, the biggest extravaganza of them all will not feature the "Nasty Dick's Explode!" That's ok Justin, you did it like a man. Something that your opponent later on tonight did not do last week. Yes, last week at the end of the Rumble, you were blindsided by the returning backstabbing B-Pac and you withstood the punishment. You were still able to do what you said and go on to win but the question remains, can you do the same tonight as you face B-Pac one-on-one for your Intercontinental championship?
Justin takes a look to his left side and then to his right as the fans scream. Nester hands Justin the microphone as Justin is about to speak for the first time tonight!
Justin- You know Nester, attacking a man from behind is easy, but facing a man head on is a little bit harder. B-Pac will learn first hand tonight what being in the ring with a true Hardcore Legend is all about.
This is my time, and this is MY Intercontinental Title.
Nester- If I may Justin...B-Pac is more than just a backstabbing, maniacal force when it comes to his opponents. Hell, I know first hand what he's cabable of doing. If you recall he was the one that purposely tried to end the Nasty Dick Experience's reign as tag team champions a few short weeks ago with his corrupt officiating. He's a former Intercontinental champion and many consider him to be one of the dirtiest players in the game. B-Pac has something up his sleeve tonight, I can gurantee you that! He's not going to do it on his own that's why I Nester DeFranco have YOUR back tonight!
Nester hands the microphone to Justin as he cracks his neck.
Justin- That's nice of you offering but I don't need your help Nester. In fact when I step in the ring with B-Pac later on tonight, the only person that could possibly need your help is B-Pac himself. You see, I'm going to leave B-Pac in the center of the ring just-in-payne as I retain this championship belt one more time!
Nester looks a little dissappointed at Justin's response. He stands with his head slightly down thinking to himself. The crowd begins chanting "Nasty Nester" as Nester begins to look up. Nester raises the microphone to his lip.
Nester- These fans want me to help you, they want me to watch your back. Can't you see fifteen thousand people in support!
The camera pans around the arena to show the sold out crowd all at there feet screaming to the top of their lungs.
Justin- There are some things a man has to do on his own Nester. You see I don't want people to think that I couldn't handle things on my own. I'm the WoW Intercontinental champion and it is my job to go out there on a nightly basis and defend this strap of gold. B-Pac may have a plan up his sleeve, B-Pac may have a host of his buddies ready to storm the ring but whether It's one-on-one or two-on-one, I'm the Intercontinental champion and I will prevail tonight over all obstacles when I put this championship belt on the line against B-Pac himself!
Justin raises his title belt to a loud pop. Nester shakes his head and turns around, kicking the bottom ropes. Justin's music hits as he rolls out of the ring and heads back up the ramp. The camera focuses back on Nester as he can be heard yelling without a microphone.
Nester- I got your back!
Justin pays no attention as he heads up the ramp. Nester pushes over the interview set and flips over the wooden desk in a fit of rage. He stomps the mat with his foot but suddenly regains his composure. He looks out to the crowd with wide open eyes and retrieves his bottle of medicine. Nester pops the cap and dumps the entire bottle in his hand. He slings the handful of pills at his mouth as some go in but others fall to the floor. Nester spits out the ones that went into his mouth and hops out of the ring. Nester makes his way up to the rampway and stops to point out a "We Support Dick!" sign in the crowd. Nester gives them thumbs up and heads back behind the curtain as we goto a commercial break.
