The camera fades in. Joe Zhivago is in the middle of a dressing room doing an over splits across two chairs, a hand-rolled cigarette hangs out of his mouth, filling the small room with smoke. He is wearing a black leather jacket with the words ‘Made in Scotland’ across it's back and a small Scottish flag emblazoned on the right shoulder. Beneath his jacket he wears camouflage wrestling singlet with matching green boots. There is a knock on the door.
Joe Zhivago: In ye’ come!
The door opens and a Stacy Clark walks in, she starts coughing as her lungs are assaulted by the miazma of smoke.
Stacy Clark: Hi there! *cough splutter* I hope I'm not disturbing your training! Do you have a moment for some questions?
Joe Zhivago: It's fine… I've always got a moment for a pretty young thing like yerself. Ask away...
Stacy blushes ever so slightly and begins her interview: You've come a long way from Scotland to join us here at OCW - what is it about this company that brought you here and what do you have to offer?
Joe Zhivago smirks at Stacy: Well, everybody worth their salt knows that OCW is home to some of the greatest superstars in the business. The thing that makes me different is that I'm made of 100% Scottish beef - metaphorically speaking.
Joe flexes his biceps, grinning at Stacy, who doesn't look as impressed as he hoped.
Joe continues: And everyone should know, Scottish beef is leanest and tastiest of all. I'm going to prove to everyone here at OCW that I'm the prime cut!
Stacy Clark looks confused: Zhivago… Zhivago, isn't that a Russian name?
Joe: As a matter of fact it is. My great Grandparents emigrated to Scotland during the first world war.
Stacy smirks at Joe this time: So you're not 100% Scottish beef, after all…
Joe starts to sweat, having been rumbled by the smart young interviewer.
Joe: Well… ummm…. Look, that's besides the point! Do you have anymore questions?
Stacy smiles wickedly: I'm afraid that's all I have time for today.
Stacy Clark turns to leave. Joe is still performing an over splits across the chairs.
Joe looks embarrassed: Wait! Can you help me get down from here?
The camera fades out.