Toecutter lounges backstage, a random bar floozy in one arm and a cigar in the other.
One of the ring boys ducks his head tentatively into the room.
Ring boy: Your match is on in 15 minutes, Toecutter. Maybe, uh, you should get dressed and ready.
Toecutter: A match? And here I was getting used to getting paid to lay around all day. Ok, ok. Who's the lucky victim?
Ring boy: Apocalypto.
Toecutter jumps up violently. He pushes the bar floozy aside and flings the cigar to the ground. The ring boys runs out as quickly as he entered.
Toecutter: Apocalypto? I guess you finally got tired of ducking me. I haven't seen your face since you ran out on our stable months ago.
Toecutter stretches out and shakes the cobwebs out of his head.
Toecutter: Yes, this is personal. Violence for violence's sake is fun, but nothing gets the juices flowing like good old fashioned revenge.
Toecutter exits the room and heads to the ring area.
One of the ring boys ducks his head tentatively into the room.
Ring boy: Your match is on in 15 minutes, Toecutter. Maybe, uh, you should get dressed and ready.
Toecutter: A match? And here I was getting used to getting paid to lay around all day. Ok, ok. Who's the lucky victim?
Ring boy: Apocalypto.
Toecutter jumps up violently. He pushes the bar floozy aside and flings the cigar to the ground. The ring boys runs out as quickly as he entered.
Toecutter: Apocalypto? I guess you finally got tired of ducking me. I haven't seen your face since you ran out on our stable months ago.
Toecutter stretches out and shakes the cobwebs out of his head.
Toecutter: Yes, this is personal. Violence for violence's sake is fun, but nothing gets the juices flowing like good old fashioned revenge.
Toecutter exits the room and heads to the ring area.
