The cameras switch to a narrow corridor in the backstage area of the arena. In it we see William Regal, Fit Finlay, and Hornswoggle huiddled in a group, laughing amongst themselves.
William Regal: This is a bloody brilliant idea. Black Machismo is definitely going to get his moneys worth tonight.
Fit Finaly: Aye! They might not be able to get him, but we sure will.
Hornswoggle pulls out a packet from his pocket.
William Regal: And these are going yo knock him out cold?
Hornswoggle: Like a light!
They snicker and Fit Finlay walks across the hall to a table and grabs a mug and fills it with tea. He re-enters the group.
Fit Finlay: Pop those bad boys in, Hornswoggle!
Hornswoggle laughs and tosses in two big alka-seltzer looking pills into the tea.
William Regal: He's going to love this... and more importantly, we're goign to go down in WME history as the men who took out Black Machismo.
Just then Black Machismo passes by them, oh how great the timing is whenever you're writing the script.
Fit Finlay: Oi! Black Machismo! Come here lad, have a seat with us.
Black Machismo sits down at a convieniently placed table, as do the others. Finlay slides the tea towards the champion.
Fit Finaly: Drink up boy, it's herbal tea, it's said to give great strength to the muscles, and you certainly have a lot of them!
Black Machismo: OHHH YEAAAH! You know I do! But lemme ask ya' something, brudda', wha'chu want wit' me? Wha'chu want wit BLACK MAAACHISMO!!
Hornswoggle smirks, knowing what is in the tea as Black MAchismo is about to take a sip of it.
William Regal: Well, as you know, we're all aspiring to get that 24 karat gold off your waist, so, we're here to pick up some tips.
Just as Black Machismo is setting the cup down, he spits it all back out. Finaly whipes the tea off of his face, furiated.
So Close.
Black Machismo: Nah why on Earth would I wanna do that?
Fit Finlay: We're not saying we're going to beat you or anything..
Hornswoggle: Damn right they won't.
Fit Finlay: But if in some case you ever lose the title to say.. Randy Orton at Genesis, we'd like you to have some confidence in us for our reign as champion, you follow?
Black Machismo: I follow, but I'm not sure where I'm going.
Regal shows some obvious signs of frustration, just drink the tea already!
William Regal: BLOODY HELL!
Black Machismo turns his head and stares through his polychromatic sunglasses.
Black Machismo: Say what?
William Regal: Oh.. well, I was just thinking of the utter blasphemy that WME would under-go, if we were without a reliable champion. If you can't keep it, and one of us ends us winning it, we have to have some tricks of the trade.
Black Machismo puts his head on his fist, not quite sure what to think of all of this.
Black Machismo: Well, I don't know about me losin' tah Randy Orton any time soon... matter a-fact, I'm pretty certain I ain't goin' tah do dat. But, I s'pose that one day I'ma have to hang up the old boots, and hand this baby over tah somebody..
Regal and Finaly lean in, faking interest, Finlay kind of nudges the mug of tea. Black Machismo grabs it and puts it beneath the table and leans in closer, so as to not share his secret with any old passer-by.
Black Machismo: I actually have a pretty big secret, keeps me healthy, keeps me up and adam to retain mah title, ya dig?
Finlay stops and thinks about this... he's about to get valuable information about winning a World Championship without even trying.
Fit Finlay: Yeah boyle, I dig it like a grave!
Shit's weak.
Black Machismo: See, right before I step into the ring, whether it's against a World Heavyweight Champion, or some scumbag like Randy Orton, I have a pretty damn precise routine I follow.
William Regal: Does it involve tea? Because that would be rather ironic!
Black Machismo: Nah son. After my rigorous three-hour warm-up excersizes, I always take a sip of some of my Grandmothers secret recipe brew!
Fit Finlay: Well, do ya have some with ya now!? I could use some before my match tonight!
Black Machismo pulls out the very same mug, spiked with the knockout pills. Fit Finlay, overwhlemed with his new found knowledge on how to win a World title belt takes a giant gulp, almost consuming the entire beverage. Regal slaps himself on the forehead, and Black Machismo stands up in a laugh.
Black Machismo: One day you'll fools learn, you can't one-up the one-upper!
Fit Finlay looks into the mug, and the white powdery residue is still quite visible from the pills. His face goes pale and he drops to the floor in a heap.
Hornswoggle: JACKASS!
Black Machismo pats Regal on the shoulder almost to tell him 'better luck next time'. Regal then reaches into his briefs and puts on the brass knucks with Machismo's back turned to him.
William Regal: Wait, Black Machismo, oh great champion, I've got one more.. bloody.. question!
Machismo turns around just as Regal swings, but his fist is caught! Machismo throws his arm over his own shoulder and BAM!! THE LETHAL COMBINATION RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!! Regal writhes in pain as Hornswoggle jumps back and forth over Fit Finlay's near lifeless body.
Black Machismo: When are these suckah's ever gonna learn..
He shakes his head in disappointment and walks away nonchalauntely (SP!?)
As our head-hunting of the World Champion continues, we see our marked man walking out of a restroom backstage when he is approached by Goldberg. After the vents earlier in the night, Machismo is immediately apprehensive.
Black Machismo: SNAP INTO A SLIM JIM!
Goldberg is taken aback by this.
Goldberg: Hey man, it's cool, don't worry.
Machismo takes a sigh of relief.
Black Machismo: Sorry bruthuh, but I can't be trustin' every Tom, Dick and Harry back here.
Goldberg: Yeah, I completely understand. I was in your position once, except, I was about, 200 wins into the best undefeated streak of wrestling history.
Black Machismo: OOHH YEAHH, I remember that. Man, they wanted your ass.
Goldberg chuckles.
Goldberg: Yeah, I'm just here to congratulate you. I know it's something I would've liked to hear from some of the guys back when I was in your situation so, good job. You're the best champion WME has had so far!
Black Machismo: I'm glad me an' you see eye tah eye on one thing at least! HAHA!
Goldberg: Yeah, just trying to show you some love, it takes a real man to win the belt.
They shake hands and Goldberg turns around to walk off. Black Machismo takes his shades down and rubs the lenses a little with his jacket, and as he's putting them back on, Goldberg comes charging at him! He's looking for a SPEAR! WAIT NO! Machismo ducks out of the way at the last minute and sends Goldberg flying into a table full of gatorade jugs! Goldberg lies in his sticky mishap, MAchismo just grins and begins to walk away from the situation. As he turns the corner he spots a shadow on the wall, Kane leaps from behind the wall, slapping his hand around Machismo's throat! In desperation, Machismo grabs one of the lids from the smashed Gatorade jugs and smacks Kane right in the face with it almost knocking his mask off! Kane, worried about his disfigured face, catches the mask before it falls off, giving Black MAchismo just enough time to duck out of the way of danger.