[The scene opens in a traditional tavern. The tavern isn't very busy but there are enough people to create a bit of a buzz about the place. It's a dark place, most of the furniture is brown or a shade of grey. It looks like it has been took out of Ireland and been put in the middle of America. We're in the vault and sitting in the corner is Larry The Leprechaun. He is sat behind a table that has half a dozen empty glasses on it already. He is awaiting the appearance of JeW interviewer Blaine Blair, who seems to be running a bit late. Larry doesn't mind and continues to knock back the pints. The JeW crew come stumbling in the door and look around for Larry.]

Larry: Over here lads!

Blair: Hey Larry, am I glad to see you.

Larry: Get the drinks in mate, I've been dying for thirst waiting for you.

[This obviously isn't true and Larry tries to hide his empty glasses.]

Blair: I'm sorry Larry. What do you want?

Larry: Guiness for me please.

Blair: Okay.

Larry: The silly beggar, he believes me. I guess it's just a perk of the job.

[Blair comes over with two pints in his hand. A cameraman and sound guy accompany him but neither of them are drinking.]

Larry: Drinking on the job Blair? Shame on you.

Blair: One won't hurt.

Larry: Interesting philosophy that.

[Blair sits down while the other two stand up and begin recording.]

Larry: A pack of peanuts too.

Blair: Yeah?

Larry: They'll make you go bald.

Blair: Why's that?

Larry: All the salt on them, it's terrible.

An old JeW employee named Blair
Was missing a small patch of hair.
A tarantula crawled
To the spot that was bald
And nobody noticed it there!

[Blaine Blair laughs, and tries to stop himself from allowing his beer to come out of his mouth. He swallows it and then turns to Larry.]

Blair: Very clever that one Larry.What do you call it?

Larry: It's a limerick.

Blair: A what-a-rick?

[Larry frowns.]

Larry: A form of poetry.

Blair: You'll have to teach me that some time.

Larry: I have a feeling you might be a slow learner.

Blair: So Larry how are you finding JeW?

Larry: I must admit it hasn't been the easiest of settling periods.

Blair: Why's that?

Larry: Well as you know I'm not actually a wrestler. So for me to do anything in Just Electrifying Wrestling, I'd have to be aligned with a wrestler.

Blair: So?

Larry: So I'd need to find one that wanted to team up with me. At first I was looking for a group to team up with. Then when I realised that this wasn't going to come up I had to change my attentions to just one wrestler.

Blair: You mean no one actually wanted your managerial services.

Larry: Exactly. Until now at least.

Blair: Have you found yourself a wrestler?

Larry: I believe so. I had about three applications, and now I've made my mind up.

Blair: Who is it?

Larry: I'm not going to tell you.

Blair: Why not?

Larry: This is a world exclusive, I'm going to tell a big name, not a nobody. No offence Blaine, but your not a big enough wrestling personality.

Blair: I'm Blaine Blair wrestling personality extraordinaire.

Larry: Hmmm...I'll give you a few clues if you like.

Blair: Yes please!

Larry: Well he's a well established name, not a rookie.

Blair: Good...

Larry: He's one of the best if not the best...

Blair: Oh really...

Larry: But he'd sooner be found downing a bottle of Budweiser than Guiness. Courses for horses.

Blair: What?

Larry: Don't worry Blair, you'll be to dull to understand it anyway.

Blair: Okay then Larry whatever you say.

Larry: Your so passive Blaine, if I told you to jump you'd jump.

Blair: You want me to jump?

Larry: Calm down wee lad.

Blair: Okay.

Larry: So do you have any ideas Blaine, as to who I've teamed up with?

Blair: I've narrowed it down to twenty.

Larry: Twenty?! That's only about half of the roster.

Blair: I know, I'm good aren't I?

Larry: Get the drinks in Blaine.

Blair: But I haven't even started mine.

Larry: Don't be a silly willy, I've finished, Show a bit of good spirit and buy the round.

[The scene fades to black with Blair going to the bar.]