Seth: So, gentlemen, can we get your thoughts on Last Resort and getting the opportunity to face Mr. Smyth for the IWA Endurance Championship?
Sagittarius Blue: Thoughts? Honestly, Seth, the only thing I can think of is getting my hands around that crumpet-chomping chump's throat. It seems that somehow, through some sort of bizarre chicanery or whatever, he's been getting into mine and Osc - I mean... Lay-maga's hair. And getting away with it. And having fun with it, to make it worse. Champion? No, that doesn't describe Smyth. At all. A champion stands and fights. A champion is someone that his competitors can look up to. Not someone who pitches bitch fits at any given moment because he can't referee a match. Not someone who decides to interfere in someone else's matches. Not someone who acts like a cowardly child who breaks Mama's vase, sweeps it under the rug and points at the dog. But see, Seth, Smyth set his sights on the wrong pair of guys. Know this: I am a fighter. I don't diddle around and play puppeteer to get my way. I kick people in the mouth, elbow them in the head and contort their arms until I get what I want. And Lay-maga? He's a bulldozer. He comes in, wrecks shop, and that's that. We're going to run that yellow bastard into a corner at Last Resort, stomp him into an early grave and it's a wrap. That sound about like what you think of Smyth, Lay-maga?
*Lay-maga stares at Seth and Sagittarius, before snatching the microphone*
Layman: Hashka ba-boo! SAMOA!
*Layman points off camera, before just a strange man - who coincidentally is dressed exactly like Armando Estrada walks on set, and Lay-maga hands him the mic.*
Man: Ever- Every- Oscar do I really have to do this? I look like a tool!
*Lay-maga rolls his eyes at the man, then places his hand to the side of the man's head and whispers in his ear.*
Man: *sighs* Everrrrrrrrrrbody listen! My name is AAAARMANDO ESTRRRRRRMAN! But enough about, me. ladies and gentleman, let's get down to the clear point of tonight. It's time for Sagittarius Blue and Lay-MAGA to dethrone Mr. Smyth of his ill fated reign of terror.
Yes Mr. Blue, Lay-maga is in full agreeance with you. It's time for the borrrring, un-sportsmen-like champion, to have his belt snatched away from him, and like Mr. Blue said, he picked the wrrrrong, pairrrrrrr of herrrrrrmanos. We have Lay-MAGA, the man who defeated Ali Kazam at Destined For Immortality. The man who you can never be sure what you're up against. He is the man, who come later tonight, will rip your head from your throat. He will hear you scream, he will hear you beg, he will hear you plead for safty. But when Lay-MAGA gets a sniff at gold, you can guarantee who will have their hand raised.
But let's not forget Mr. Blue. Everybody under-appreciates him, and everybody knows he deserves better. He too, may not have held a title, yet he has proved his credentials all over the globe. It doesn't matter what happens tonight, but against both Blue and Lay-MAGA, two backstage friends, willing to work together, there's only one result.
Lay-MAGA and Sagittarius Blue are united Smyth, and they guarantee you will not walk out Last Resort with your Endurance Cha-
Armando is interrupted when Mr. Smyth cockily walks into shot with the IWA Endurance Championship on his right shoulder, and the fans boo at the sight of him. Smyth smiles as Blue & Umag-man stare holes into him.
Mr. Smyth: So, have you two half wits decided who's getting the pin?
Blue and Umag-man look at each other, then back to Smyth.
Mr. Smyth: You are aware that only one of you can beat me, right? Only one of you can be Endurance Champion. So who's getting the pin?
Blue and Umag-man look back at each other, unable to answer. Mr. Smyth starts to laugh at the dissension between the two and proceeds to walk off camera, still laughing. Sagittarius Blue looks on as Smyth walks away laughing... and a scowl crosses his face...
Sagittarius Blue: *Looks at an imaginary watch on his wrist* Know what time it its, Lay-maga? I'll tell you. It's time for Smyth to get the wake up call he needs. It's time for Smyth to be finally put in his place. It's time for him to see my knee up close in HD.
I'm tired of having that self-entitled, superficial, fuck-noodle-brained twat laugh at me like I'm some silly sideshow attraction! I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at me! *Voice begins to rise as Blue's temper begins to flare* And I WILL NOT HAVE IT.
*Looks Lay-maga in the eyes, tense pause*
One. One Endurance Championship title belt. One Endurance Champion. There's only room... for one. One of us is going to deal with Smyth. One of us is going to beat him. One of us is going to leave Last Resort as the new IWA Endurance Champion.
And one of us will not.
*The drama rises...*
Lay-maga... Oscar... this is where shit gets real. I will do anything to destroy Smyth and see to it that he does not walk away as Endurance Champion. I will kick, punch, elbow, all of it. I will go through hell and high water. And if need be...
I will go through you.
*Lay-maga breathes heavily, then stares in the eyes of Estr-man, who then rushes away.*
Layman: Smyth will be beaten. New Endurance Champion will be crowned. That is Lay-MAGA! And Blue, although you winning the title may be a lot better than Smyth retaining, I want to be, and will be the one to take his title away from him.
You wrestle all over the world, with a lot more chances at a lot more gold. I'm going to be more efficient and this Endurance Championship is coming home to Lay-Maga. This may be my 1 shot at glory, and if it is, I'm grabbing the bull by both horns, then shoving them up your arse! We may work together tonight, but it is a must that the gold comes to a man of SAMOAN heritage, and who emulates the best there ever has been.
I don't want to beat you to win that championship. I want to successfully defend that title against you. Why? Everybody rates you more than me. Everybody under-estimates me. Holding the championship against you will give me some more respect, and then when I beat you for my title, there won't be any "fluke" chants, or "shock" headlines. It will be all about me, just like it should. And that way, we won't hear from Smyth, will we?
I am going to overtake Damaged Goods as becoming the longest reigning champion in IWA's short history. And that starts tonight. How many title shots have you had here already? And how many have you had in TWE? JBW? Anywhere you've been! And how many times have you been crowned champion by the end of the night?
The winning team tonight will consist of 2 people, but 1 champion, something I know I'm capable of being. But what about your next chance Blue? Is this your lucky break, or will your first championship be won because of your teammate. Will you be the one forever remembered as only winning a title because of somebody else's work?
But let's focus on getting this job done tonight Saggy. We need to get the title of Smyth first, and hope his lackey stays away from us, until at least after tonight.
*Lay-maga grins at Blue, who stares blankly back.*
Rocky: And the genius businessman of IWA strikes again. Admit it, Mike – there was a floor in that plan that nobody even considered!
Mike: I disagree. Blue and Layman can still work together as a team and pull off a big victory against the Endurance Champion.
Rocky: You’re so fucking pathetic.