{The scene fades in with Willie Haire at the Trouble Trax. He is wearing a Scottish cap, a Sugababes T-Shirt, and a kilt. Literally working up a sweat on the trademill, he sings to himself. Sweat is actually dripping off the "Irish Rover", when he gets off the machine. Willie walks over to some weights, and does some stretches first. He bends over, does some lunges, etc, when Albert "TFC" Wuchie approaches him.}

Albert: Ha...you sweaty obese man...you so fat yo-

Willie: Hey...are you Jackie Chan???

Albert: {Looking a bit angry} I no Jackie Chan...I Albert Wuchie...here for interview with Happy Sumo. Where he at?

Willie: Um...{Unknowingly, scratching his head heavily, as he advances toward Wuchie, as Wuchie steps back in fright} I didn-

Albert: Ew!!! You sick puppy!! SICK PUPPY!!! 

Willie: Sorry Mr. Chan, please can I make it up to you, I'm trying to improve the 'oul image ya see....

{Willie fingers his unkempt beard, and does a cheesy smile at the camera.}

Albert: Sure...but I NO JACKIE CHAN!!! I Albert Wuchie...interviewer and columnist!!

Willie: Librarian ey? ...OOh, I mean Interviewer ey?

Albert: That's what I said Einstein!

Willie: I'm not Einstein-Willie Haire, nice to meet you.

{Willie extends his arm to shake hands, but Albert nearly screams at the sight of Willie's hairy, grubby hands. A piece of bacon is stuck between some hairs.}

Albert: No!! Interview yeah!! No shake!

Willie: Well OK, me and me da have a big match against these Haymores coming up anyway.

Albert: You mean Claymores? HKWF Tag Team Champions?

Willie: Eh...yeah.

Albert: OK...you make good interview. Willie Haire you and illiterate dad team up to face HKWF Tag Team Champion, Claymores from Scotland. Thes-

Willie: ILLITERATE??? Daddy puts his rubbish in the bin every time!!!

Albert: {Sighs} Maybe I should have stayed have stayed in watch Dragon Killer marathon...The Claymores are very experienced Team...you and Nazal not. What do you think of you chances?

Willie: Our chances are a lot like drinking out of a carton of eggnog at Halloween.

Albert: What? How?

{Willie doesn't answer as he is distracted by something shiny. Suddenly, the door opens and in steps a small-ish man in a business suit. He has slicked back hair, and some snazzy shoes which you could see yourself in. He is carrying a silver briefcase which has a picture of a briefcase on it, and inside that, the letters "C M C".}

Albert: Hey! You no interrupt interview with The Fortune Cookie! I give you Kung Wuchie!!

Man: Bite me Kojak, I'll do what I want...{Reaches into pocket, and takes out a business card, one flick of the wrist later, it is resting on Wuchie's nose.} Clancy Mc Clean, Businessman Extraordinaire.

Albert: You want interview with Fortune Cookie too? There waiting list you know!!!

Man: That won't be neccessary, I was just in GZW's neck of woods, and before Travesty, I'm checking out the talent roster, which is a new low to me.

{Focuses on Willie, who is playing hide and seek with himself.}

Willie: No Fair!!! I wasn't ready!!! I don't wanna play anymore!!! I'm telling!!!

CMC: See what I mean?

Albert: You no see Firings or Magic!

CMC: Hey do yourself a favour Junior, close the door on your way out.

Albert: But-

CMC: {Utterly ignoring Wuchie} Good Day Allen.

Albert: It ALBERT!!!

CMC: Sure it is, now are any other of GZW's so called "Wrestlers" around?

{Clancy starts to look around the facility as the scene fades to black.}