(Michael Cole is stood outside William Regal's Office, he looks at the camera crew and you hear a light whisper from one of them.)

Michael: I know, I'll...wait, it sounds like he's talking on the phone. I'd better wait here for a while...we only want to ask him if he's going to come do an interview for us. Hang on, one of you could pop your head in and ask him. He's hardly likely to be annoyed with a member of the camera crew.

(One of the crew walk past Michael and into the room.)

Crew Member: Oh, sorry Mister Regal...I was just checking the room for...

Regal: Well, be quick about it man. Can you not see I'm on the phone?

Crew Member: Erm, Michael Cole is also wondering if...

Regal: Hang on. Michael Cole you say...and where would he be?

(Michael is stood outside with his hands over his head..."don't tell him I'm here, don't..." "He's outside" "IDIOT!!!" A few seconds later and the door to William Regal's Office opens..."Come in then". Michael walks into the Office and stands in front Regals' desk.)

Regal: It's like bloody deja vu with you, isn't it. Here I am taking a phone call and I'm interrupted by this camera crew member. I'm assuming you sent him in here Michael...you bloody coward.

I'll just finish this phone call if you don't mind.

Hello...yes, just dealing with Michael Cole, you'll see what I mean when you meet him. Now, where were we...ah yes. You would like me to help you in the XWA, well I don't see any problem with that. Just fly over, come to the XWA offices and ask for me. Well, I look forward to talking to you also. Goodbye for now.

(Regal puts the phone down and looks up at Michael Cole.)

Regal: So, how can I help you now Michael? You'll be wondering what the phone call was about no doubt...although, you'll realise I won't tell you.

Michael: I was hoping you'd come out to the interview area and do a piece to camera for us.

Regal: Ah, I see...well, yes I'll just get changed and then...*the phone rings*...oh, hold on I'll just answer this.

Hello??? WHO? Mo Chatra...who the bloody hell is Mo Chatra? Ah, Powerslam...yes I've had it thrust in my direction before now. Rumours, what bloody rumours are those? Ah, I see...well, it wouldn't matter even if he was. Of course I'm serious...he's under under contract you damned imbecile, that's why!!! Yes, I am busy actually...I'm talking to Michael Cole, not that it's any of your bu... What? You'd like to talk to him. Well, okay...if it'll let me go get ready.

Michael...

(William Regal hands Michael the phone.)

Michael: Hello, Michael Cole here.

Mo Chatra: Hello...oh God, oh God, I'm like one of your biggest fans...

(The look on William Regal's face at this point is utterly priceless.)

Regal: I'm speachless!

(The scene cuts at this point...it returns later with William Regal standing in the XWA interview area.)

Regal: Well, hello again Mr Crush. You know, you really are quite worrying to me. Most men, when faced with myself as an opponent, would not want to get my dander up and annoy or upset me. But you sunshine, you just continue to prove exactly how miserable, pathetic and unintelligent you are.

You call me a pansy and other, far from complimentary, names and expect me to just stand for it. Well, let me tell you that it'll be the worst fifteen minutes of your life inside that bloody ring on RAW. It's very difficult for me to prove I'm not a pansy you know, I mean yes I like my cup of tea and crumpet but history has shown us exactly what you like and I'm not that kind of man. I've watched you blunder from one match to another and then you needed Mr Perfect to come out during your match versus Kid Kash.

You talk as if the fans booing me is something of an accomplishment on your behalf. I could go out there to an arena, right now, and get some cheap little pops of my own...it's very easy in this day and age and takes very little talent whatsoever. Then ou also tak about myt treatment of Michael Cole. Well, the man needs to learn some bloody manners...but look at who I'm talking to here. You are the sort of man who would destroy Kid Kash's car, what did he ever do to warrant that. A few little tickings off can be brushed aside and Michael will be a better person for it. But you, destroying the possessions of others just is not the done thing. But, of course the fans would cheer for you. Those idiots cheered when HHH had a sledgehammer, they booed when poor Mick Foley was baring his soul to them and showing his worry for Terry Funk. These are the very same idiots who chant "What", "What" all night long and boo me for not using school playground catchphrases and having a movelist that consists of nothing but sloppy slams and a rather pathetic attempt at a sharpshooter.

Well, we can't all be talentless and braindead. Some of us still respect wrestling and the greats that have come before us....some of us still know how to wrestle and don't worry about the size of their opponents. You may be a large man Crush, you may have that cranial finisher of yours...but i've told you before about my past. I REFUSE to tap out, you just will not see me tap out to something so stupid as a man holding his hands against my skull. Hell, you'll be lucky you don't break your fingers...that's how brilliant and tough a man I am.

So, instead of calling me stupid names and getting the fans to cheer you...why not go out to a funeral parlour, book a plot and have your epitaph written. Believe me, you miserable shitehawk, you may well need it after I've finished with you and become the number one contender to the XWA European Title.

(Regal clenches his fist and looks deeps into the camera as the scene ends.)