*Buster Gates is chilling backstage in his locker room. A woman is tending to his toe nails and another woman is applying his face cream. Reginald is standing close by, awkwardly looking around the room.* Reginald: Your masseuse is due any minute sir. Buster Gates: Mhmm... This is the life, Reg. Reginald: Indeed... *There is a knock at the door. Reginald walks over and opens it slightly. He closes it again.* Reginald: Sir, uhm... Buster Gates: Send her in! Reginald: Actually, it's Ryan Blake. Should I tell him to come back later? Buster Gates: Oh... Nah, bring him in. *Reginald turns and opens the door again. Ryan Blake walks into the room with his European Championship over his shoulder. He quickly realises what is happening and looks puzzled. He turns to Reg who shrugs his shoulders. Buster sits up and looks over to Ryan. The two women walk out of view.* Buster Gates: Ryan! Don't mind the shit on my face, it helps with making me look even better than I already am. *Buster chuckles and realises Ryan isn't joining in so stops.* Buster Gates: *Mutters* Killjoy... So! What's going on big man?