The camera cuts to the backstage area where Tank Buster is seen walking, wearing his shiny International Championship belt around his waist as his hair is slicked back and he rolls out his muscular shoulders. A nameless reporter runs up to Tank Buster and shoves a microphone in his face.
Reporter: Excuse Mr. Tank Buster, what are your thoughts on the lack of management nailing down your opponent and making it known who you will make your first International Championship defense against?
Tank Buster: Look, if the Chairman refuses to name someone to be my opponent. That is fine with me, the idiots who call themselves WGW fans don't deserve to see me compete in the square circle. Especially when it is not on a PPV show.
Reporter: Wouldn't knowing who your opponent is for this seasons PPV be vital so you can begin preparations in order for you to defeat him?
Tank Buster: Listen here man, only one person in this federation or this company or this travesty that they call a wrestling organization can hold a candle to what I do inside and outside of the ring and that person is currently the World Champion. No one else has the guts and determination to keep me down for a three count or make me submit. I am too big, too bad and definitely too pretty for any of the idiots here to understand and more importantly, comprehend what I can do.
Tank Buster then shoves the reporter away from him and exits as the camera fades out.
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