(William Regal is sitting in his Office when a member of staff kocks the door and enters.)

Regal: Then he has the audactity to c...YES! Did I say enter? I don't recall saying enter. Ah well, it must be important.

Staff Member: Michael Cole is ready to interview you now Mr Regal.

Regal: Ah, marvellous. I can use this time to introduce everyone to my new friend here...ah, ah, ah, no pointing your little camera at him until I say so.

Tell Michael Cole I'll be with him in a moment.

(William looks to his left and talks to someone off camera.)

Regal: Right, sunshine. This is your big chance to show the fans of the XWA exactly who you are. Either you want to get inot the bigtime or you don't, opportunities like this don't come every day you know. You ready? Good, glad to hear it.

************ At the XWA Interview Area ************

(William Regal is stood in the interview area, eyes focused straight into the camera as usual.)

Regal: So, I am up against that parasite Scott Hall on RAW. You know, I watched him and his buddy Kevin Nash bouncing around and cracking jokes and I wasn't impressed. We're talking about two of the biggest shitehawks this business has ever bloody well seen.

One point that interested me was Scott Hall's claims about my time in WCW. I was the Television Champion two bloody times sunshine, one of those reigns lasted nine months and saw me defend my title in Europe and Japan. The only bloody thing you've done in Europe and Japan is worry local authorities and airline staff...you miserable cretin. Everybody talks about the New World Order and how you all revolutionised the way everyone looked at wrestling. I'm not going to mince words here, all those stories, all the reputation that has been given to you and your drinking buddy is bloody garbage. You two buggers waltzed into WCW and made it your own bloody playground, only difference was that you don't generally see as many empty bottles lying around in a playground.

I know there will be lots of fans out there, strumming their air guitar and wearing their little t-shirts...but I ask you, just look at this.

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE THERE???

Oh and look, there's that WCW United States Championship that you never won. How proud you must be, how proud your family must be to thumb through a photo album and find a picture such as this. Staggering to the ring like a dockyard bum and swigging away at your plastic cup of beer. Is that bandana there for any purpose...I don't think so.

Now, call me boring in my suit and drinking my tea...but at least I'm not some miserable leech who contributed to the death of one of the greatest wrestling promotions EVER. It's not fun or clever to cheat and you two NWO boys have had your time in the sunshine for far too long now, it's time for somebody to give you a bloody good beating and show you that effort and wrestling ability outweighs acting like a bloody lunatic. I'll admit that once Scott Hall did have talent, but where the bloody hell has it gone. No, it's just not good enough sunshine. I'm doing this for the Chris Benoit's, the Shane Douglas's and the Chris Jericho's of this world. The people who made WCW, who could have run with the ball if asked. You on the other hand, you were thrown the ball and just stood there saying "Hey Yo" and acting like a complete goof. Well, it's time for you to be brought down a peg or two and shown your place.

I'm sure your friend Kevin Nash thinks he'll "pound my face", but I'll tell you now that I could defeat both of you with my hands tied behind my back. That big lumbering imbecile is neither intelligent enough, nor talented enough to get one over on me. You both fail to understand that I'm not a "sports entertainer", I'm a bloody wrestler and as such I will give both of you a bloody lesson in wrestling. Hall, I'll have you tied in knots...and Nash, I'll leave you looking like I've hacked you with a machette and then left you for the maggots to eat. But...that's not all, oh no. You NWO boys are used to fighting in a pack, hell it usually takes seven of you to combine your talents and have almost as much talent as Damien De Mento ever had. So, I'm not stupid enough to think this will be a fair fight...not that I fear a challenge...and I've gotten myself a little bit of Regal Anarchy. Not any of this pseudo-anarchy, spray painting people and other pathetic pranks. No, this piece of Anarchy is perfectly capable of destroying both of you. Let's take a little look shall we...

(The Screen shows "The Anarchist" Doug Williams defeating Eddie Guerrero at FWA Revival)

...I'm sure you want to se what you'll be facing, so here you are.

Don't let the suit and tidy hairdo fool both of you, he's not a wimp...he just has a little thing called self-respect.

Doug: Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, you don't worry me. You can jump around all you want, crotch chop and attempt to look cool....but it doesn't impress me in the slightest. What you are looking at is the latest in a long line of British steel. From The Dynamite Kid, to Rollerball Rocco. To The British Bulldog, to Robbie Brookside and then William Regal...I am the next generation, honed on the memories of those who have walked the path before me and totally prepared to do WHATEVER it takes inside and outside of the squared circle to be a success. Kevin Nash, you're probably smiling as you watch this...but, mess with me and you will face a journey longer and more harrowing than that taken by anyone to the Land of Oz!

(The camera returns to William Regal and he is smiling.)

Regal: Ah, yes...you two boys had better watch out. Oh...and don't think I've forgotten about my Office. If I EVER see you or hear of you being in my Office ever again I'll make the beating given out to Mike Tyson, by Lennox Lewis, look like a bloody children's picnic. YOU UNDERSTAND...you pair of miserable, unworthy, pitiful shitehawks.