Charlie Burnley finds himself outside a pretty swanky hotel room, supposedly were the Tank was put up. A loud raucous could be heard as Charlie moves in on the door and knocks a few times, only for the noise to stop. A few moments later, a scowling Tank would open the door, cigarette in his mouth, and a glass of scotch in his hand. Once Tank sees it's Charlie, his scowl lightens, but even still he practically yanks Charlie inside the room, the camera crews following.
Once inside, the camera pans around the room. There seem to be girls in a hot tub though they could only be seen from their shoulders up. Tank takes a sip of his scotch, turning the music in the background down as Charlie speaks up.
Charlie: Well Tank, seems like winning the title has really done wonders for you.
Tank: Eh, this is just a continuing celebration. I'm taking a lap of luxury Charlie! As we travel from city to city, swanky hotels, slutty broads, and good scotch!
Charlie laughs a little before going on with his next question.
Charlie: So It's just been announced that you and Dennis Black are set to go one on one at the Riot/Turmoil super-show in a champion vs. champion match, how do you feel about that?
Tank: Dennis Black huh? Yea I remember watching his match. I wasn't too impressed by it. I mean the guy comes out wearing a Black Matches Matter shirt, I hate that racist shit. Black Lives Matter, Black Matches Matter, ya know it's funny coming from a guy who looks like he just got a bad spray tan.
Charlie: A bad spray tan? No Tank that's his complexion.
Tank: Either way, the guy looks barely mulatto and he wants to stand up on his soapbox claiming black wrestlers are getting held back, only to be given a title shot, and now he's been gifted a chance to step in the ring with the Turmoil champion. Want me to tell you what matters? How well you can put on a beatin'. How much ass can you kick Dennis? A guy that small, yea may be a spectacle to watch, but what does it matter when your facing the likes of myself? When my foot is crushin' your throat? When I'm pomerbombin' you over and over, powerbomb after powerbomb. What happens when he gets to this match and I bully him all around the ring huh? I gotta tell you, slavery ain't cool, but whippin' the shit out of that boy is gonna be oh so sweet.
Tank downs the rest of his scotch, only to get up and make himself another.
Tank: Hey Charlie, want one for the road?
Charlie: Sorry Tank, they made me drive here this time, maybe next time.
Tank shrugs as he tops off his drink, waving to Charlie that it was his time to leave. Charlie gets up and heads out of the room and as the door closes, you can hear the girls giggling.