[Kevin stands a lifesize mannequin made to look like Trey Vincent in his backyard. A girl named Jasmine, dressed in a red, blue and green plaid skirt and a gray t-shirt stands nearby eating the seeds out of a pomegranate.]
Jasmine: My brain has gone fuzzy, do we have to do this?
Kevin: Trey’s only weakness is women, I have to use that against him.
Jasmine: But it’s pro-wrestling, isn’t that just people making it look like they’re hurting each other?
Kevin: Whoever told you that must have their brain in pieces and fused to their skull.
[Kevin lifts up his shirt to reveal a scar across his belly.]
Kevin: You think I got that from ‘pretending’?
Jasmine: You got that from eating too many fried foods, don’t pretend you’re Mick Foley all of a sudden.
Kevin: Bitch, don’t make me beat you with a waffle iron.
[Kevin casually lifts the Trey mannequin up by the feet and smacks his head on a stone repeatedly.]
Jasmine: Splitting a manequin open isn’t going to prove anything.
[Kevin throws the mannequin at Jasmine to catch.]
Kevin: I just need some sort of distraction, sports entertainers use them all the time. That Buffy bitch wont be out there for him to stare at her ass while I do a roll-up. I need something or someone to catch his eye and make him swell with pride, because he’s an iAd motherfucker. That bastard wont go down with any lead pipe, skull crushing tactic I could use against the likes of XXXtrem Machine.
[Kevin grabs the mannequin.]
Kevin: Now shake your ass about and I’ll pretend like he’s captivated.
[Jasmine does so, and goes through a Diva-like routine of dancing about and half pulling up her skirt.]
Kevin: Now all we need is some gang member in a red bandana to do a run-in and win me the match. God I miss Bruce.
[Kevin spins the ‘staring’ mannequin around and DDTs him.]
Kevin: One, two, three and Generic Ref is holding my hand up in victory.
Jasmine: You’re not Jake the Snake Roberts either.
Kevin: I ought to feed you to the worms and water your grave with a watering can.
Jasmine: But then you wouldn’t have a sexy female distraction, ooh I’m split.
Kevin: Just hook that Trey mannequin up to that tree so I can use him as a punching bag… I swear, even without your help, Trey Vincent will be pushing up daisies come Power Is Stolen.
Jasmine: And you’ll be pushing up Daffodils in Amsterdam with that attitude.
[Kevin holds his arms out in front of his face and stretches them out to the side.]
Kevin: Don’t act up, I may be stupid and drunk, but I’ll still shove a sparkler up your ass.
Jasmine: I’m out, you can ask that Alexia tramp or that Italian bitch to help you, but I wont.
[Kevin throws a glass of lemonade at her face and she storms off, leaving him to smack the Trey mannequin with shovels and a smile.]