Seth Thomas: What’s wrong with you.

Cody Carson: I just ran into that reporter guy. The one that dresses funny. Eh... Boohiney?

Seth’s eyes grow wide as he casually looks over his shoulder.

Seth Thomas: What did he want?

Carson shrugs.

Cody Carson: He was looking for you...

Seth looks slightly concerned and picks up his pace.

Jalie Thomas: What’s the rush...?

Seth Thomas: You know I can’t stand that freak.

Seth walks a little faster and Jalie and Cody fade into the crowd. Realizing they’re not with him, he stops to look around.

Seth Thomas: Hey!

Nobody acknowledges him. He turns around to find none other than Gunther Boohiney standing in front of him. Wearing a pair of star spangled banner shorts, read white and blue flip-flops, a black sports coat and trademark bowler hat. He stands with his arm outstretched with a tape recorder in hand.

Gunther Boohiney: Hello, Mr. Thomas...

Seth Thomas: AH!

Seth pushes past him and darts for the plane. Slowed down by his luggage, he lets it go and continues running. He finally reaches his destination. Oddly, there’s nobody around. He closes the opening and holds it shut for a few minutes, trying to catch his breath. He takes a deep breath and turns around, only to find Gunther standing in front of him. He lets out another scream and tries desperately to get away. Suddenly, Seth quickly sits up in his seat on the airplane, his forehead touched with sweat and panting.

Seth Thomas: What... Where am I...?

Jalie reaches over and rubs his arm.

Jalie Thomas: We’re on the plane. You were having a nightmare.

Seth lets out a sigh of relief. She kisses him on the cheek and stands from her seat. Seth grabs her wrist.

Seth Thomas: Where are you going?

Jalie looks a little confused.

Jalie Thomas: To the bathroom...

Seth Thomas: You haven’t seen Gunther at all, have you?

Jalie’s confusion grows.

Jalie Thomas: No... Why?

Seth Thomas: No reason...

Jalie shakes her head then walks off. The camera follows her until she passes a man with a bowler hat. He looks up and we see that it’s none other than Gunther Boohiney. He slowly creeps up the aisle. Seeing Seth is calmly relaxing, he slips into Jalie’s chair. Seth, sensing someone is staring at him, opens his eyes. He turns and finds himself nose-to-nose with Gunther. He screams. Gunther shoves his tape recorder in his face.

Gunther Boohiney: Hello, Mr. Thomas...

Seth jumps up and runs for the bathroom. The scene fades out.

Well Jarvis, I must say, I’m impressed. A little better than your first feeble attempt. Although I’m sure a man of your “stature” could care less about how I perceive you, right? You’re so sure of yourself you want to challenge me to another match already. Funny, I would’ve expect you to challenge my wife before me, since you’ve taken such a liking to her. Poor excuses could be made to explain a loss to a woman in a tag match. I know you’ll have them. Even if you’re not the one to get pinned. Though you claim we are nothing compared to your comrades, how would it look on you to see the men you hand picked defeated by a woman? Will you play them down to make yourself feel better? But what if you were to lose to her on-on-one. What excuses would you have then?

I slipped on the mat?

I don’t want your Primetime championship. It means nothing to me. But since it’s the last thing you have to hold on to, I wouldn’t mind taking it away from you. I don’t think I’m hot shit. I don’t walk around with my nose in the air looking down on everyone else. I don’t “toot my own horn“, if you will. I point out others weaknesses, then pick them apart. I guess you can say I’m a “thinking man’s” wrestler. I wait and capitalize on others mistakes, exploiting them. Much to the manner I’ll be doing to you tomorrow night.

I can see why you would want to challenge me, though.

You said it yourself, I’ve been down as of late. And I’ll admit, I’m not at my best right now. So you figure you’d pick apart the sick one and gloat about it. Have you considered it ever blowing up in your face? Could you honestly stand a loss to a “mentally unstable and depressing” individual such as myself? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not making excuses for my poor performances. And alike, I’m not going to use it to glorify my victories. I, simply, choose not to mix my personal life with my work.

You were the one to bring it up.

Riddle me this, riddle me that. Why did you decline Carson? Are you that blinded by your own ignorance? You honestly think you’re the hottest thing since sliced bread. He openly challenged you. And what is your excuse? You’re better than he his? Pardon me, Mr. Jarvis, but he has previously beaten you. Why would that make you better than him? Is it an attempt to make you feel tough? Declining a challenge from a man who had your number because you claim to be better than he his? Where is your proof, Jarvis? Are we supposed to believe you’re better than him because you say so? Take a moment and think about how much of an ass you made yourself out to be. You challenge me. You challenge Dynamite. You declined Carson. What makes us so special?

You, sir, are a buffoon.

As is your partner, AP. Absolutely Perfect. Andrew Powers. Whatever. Shame he’s not going to have an “absolutely perfect” record. Why the fuck shouldn’t we doubt your credentials? Like you said, you haven’t even stepped foot in a ring yet. You’re as bad as Jarvis. Expecting everybody to kiss your ass because you say so. And like most everybody else, they come walking in thinking everybody knows them. So you’ve been around for years. Congratulations. We don’t care. You can’t measure your worth in a fed simply by what you’ve done in another. It preposterous. The fact that you’re even acting like that proves you’re an ass. Not only do you come walking in praising yourself silly, you automatically underestimate your opponents. Two huge mistakes already, and you’ve barely opened your mouth.

My point...

Don’t demand respect that you haven’t even earned yet. Even though you think you do, you don’t. I don’t know if you share the same insecurity issues as Jarvis, but it looks like it. Do you honestly enjoy having your head up your ass? It’s can’t smell all that good. So I ask, why walk around like a human bobble head? It has to be difficult balancing that head of yours. I don’t understand people like you. How can you honestly live with yourself? Just don’t be surprised when you’re brought back down to earth tomorrow night.