(Scene opens with Sniperdude sitting on a black leather chair.)

Sniper: "Well, well, well. If it isn't the cameraman. Have a seat."

Cameraman: "I'd rather not."

Sniper: "You don't feel comfortable in front of me, do you?"

Cameraman: "Not really..."

Sniper: "You are uneasy. Afraid."

Cameraman: "...."

Sniper: "Now, I shall rip out your heart."

Cameraman stares at Sniperdude wide eyed and with fear.

Sniper: "Hah! I'm just shittin' with ya, man! [slaps cameraman on his
back]"

Brett walks in.

Sniper: "Oh, so the whole crew is here today, huh?"

Brett: "Yep. How's it hangin'?"

Sniper: "Pretty damn well, Brett. How's the family? Not that I
care..."

Brett: "Good, not saying you do..."

Sniperdude smiles and sits down again.

Brett: "So, what do you make of Summer Heat?"

Sniper: "Well, it sucked. The cane field match was exhilarating, but
strange. They might be able to choose the stage, but next time,
Wolfdogg and I, will choose the place, the time, and how it'll go.
The other matches were great to watch, though."

Brett: "Interesting. How about your upcoming matches?"

Sniper: "Ready as ever, but I'm less worried, things are starting to
calm down, and I'm fully recovered from the injuries.... Not to
mention I grew most of my hair back, DarkFire. [Laughs] You made me
lose my hair... [points to head]"

Brett and cameraman have a good laugh and begin again.

Brett: "Have you been training at all?"

Sniper: "Yes, but I'm trying to lower the publicity stunts. Brett,
it's time to stop shitting around, and starting to kick ass, as my
grandfather said."

Brett: "Kick ass, indeed. We hope to see alot more from you, Sniper."

Sniper: "I'd hope to see alot more of Trish Stratus, but that ain't
happenin'... yet."

Brett and Sniper laugh as they walk out.

(Scene ends in a normal blackout)