An interviewer stands with Booker backstage, Booker seems to be sweating, coming from his last match.
Interviewer: Hey, Booker! How do you feel about your match tonight?
Booker: How do I feel? How do I FEEL? What's that mean? I feel beat. I jus' fought that unprofessional crazy mofo in that ring, man. He some super-Human, I mean, I hit him with that Book End like POW! He jump right up! I hit him with my scissor kick, POW his ass jumped right up! I ain't jokin', man. Booker T's so mad right now. I mean, I could grab yo' head and squash it like a grapefruit! A grape! A grapeseed! Damn!
Interviewer: Uhm, ok, so, how do you like the company so far? What are your thoughts on other wrestlers?
Booker: Well, the company is boomin', we got a big No Mercy pay per view comin' up, we got some good matches, the new champ, but I HATE these fools, they think they betta' than Booker and you can't get better than Booker, it ain't possible. These suckas be rollin' around and sh*t well, they better look out, cos' BAM! Imma strike yo ass down. They roll around! Like, literally, that Brodus Clay be rollin' around, that sucka like a basketball, shieee. Anyways, they all suckas, Sheamus hit dat Brogue Kick and I swear to jesus, I broke my eyeball. He wanna face me in the ring again? I'll knock his ass right out, SUCKA. SLAM! You'll hit the floor and man, you'll sh*t yo' pants!
Interviewer: Watch your language please, Booker.
Booker: Watch my language? How can i watch my language? You askin' stupid questions, fool! I can see my language! It ain't visible! Jus' like Sheamus, that man so white he like a ghost, Halloween! Damn! Anyways, I'm getting carried away here. This a message to all you SUCKAS who wanna face me, The King of the goddamn Ring, Booker T. I'll end your goddamn career, fool. Now, let me ask you a question... CAN YOU DIG THAT, SUCKA!?
Booker throws up a random sign with his hands and walks off.
Interviewer: That was Booker T!
