Neither of you any good!

[Mrs. M]

Mrs. M is bugging the GZW receptionist again, and tehn catches a glimpse of the current promos. She watches the two by Pimp and UJ, and looks mad. As a cameraman walks past, she grabs him.

Mrs. M:
"You lend Mrs. Murakame camera!"

She snatches it off him, and he looks shocked. She ignores him and sets it up in the reception.

Mrs. M:
"Hey Pump Biscuit! Hey Union John! What you doing? You both know you not best wrestler in the world! There only one best wrestler in the world and that my little Sho! You lucky he not here, because he would beat you both up and you both shut your mouths! My little Sho was best wrestler in Bad Company and he make that stable what it was! You two both just nasty! In fact! I aughta slap your legs! You both lie and you know it! My little Sho better than both of you and he beat you both up lots when... if... he come back!"

[Mike]

(Pimp storms out of the Police station looking really annoyed, he gets into his dodge viper, and starts the car up with vengeance)

Dean: not go well then?

Pimp: Damn police are no use, its only bloody secondary evidence they can't prove nothing thats why there so damn crap at what they do, now Will have you sorted us out a room for tonight?

Will; yea, but they had to do us one with a single, and a double bed!

Pimp: haha well I guess you two are sharing then! hehehe, one thing funny has come out of this then.

(the scene fades as the car speeds out of a car park)

(the scene fades back in as they pull by the side of a sign that says "Motel" they all get out, and enter the building)

Receptionist: ah ha your mister Pimp Bizkit eh?

Pimp: yea now give me the damn key, and leave me alone I want a peaceful night fo once

(Pimp begins to walk through a set of double door, but before he does he notices a televsion playing the latest Mrs M promo preaching for her son, and how he's number one wrestler, Pimp then turns back, and listens to the promo)

Pimp: hahahaha you heard this crap? you old BAG! oh no my little sho gone missing, I got news for you Mrs Murashame, and thats that your little sho is most deffinately not the Number One wrestler I am. Hell even that waster whos going to get his arse kikced by myself this Friday Union Jerk off is better than your son the little Bug Boy!

also mam I WAS Bad Company. Not Union Jerk Off not Bug Boy, ME! the "Living Legend" Pimp Bizkit. If i wasn't apart of that group then the history books would be different they wouldn't even mention the name Bad Company if it wasn't for me. If it wasn't for me they would have just been some run of the mill three man stable. I was what made Bad Company great, I was what put us in the history books. If it wasn't for me Your oh so precious lost Bug Boy, wouldn't even have a job, he would still be on the streets picking up pennies. Mrs M you owe me alot, you owe me for getting your son a job in PWW, and know you want to slap my legs! Well try it you old Bag, and you'll be the first ever pensioner to be Played-a-live! hahaha

(the scene fades as Pimp does finally exit through the double doors)