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Post by Papi El Sueno on Jul 10, 2012 11:34:01 GMT -5
Backstage in the trainer's room, where PCW General Manager James Baker is being tended to. His wrists are sore, welts are formed on his back and bruised and the blood is still flowing from his head. As he's being tended to, a camera man and correspondent come in. Both are off camera.
PCW.com: "Mr. Baker. How are you feeling right now?"
James Baker: How am I feeling? Apart from me being busted open, having welts on my body and my wrists hurting like a mother fucker? I'm peachy. If there's one thing I proved tonight's... it's that I can still compete at a high level and dish out the brutality. I've been through worse so I'll live with this.
PCW.com: "What do you think about the newest talent acquisitions for PCW?"
James Baker: "Great talents. All of them have potential to do some good shit here in PCW. Unlike that sack of shit Terry Richards and fat fuck Shannon Taint... I can evaluate some good talent and these are some fine talent we have in the land of Premium."
PCW.com: "With what happened out there at the hands of The Elite. Are there any more future matches for you?"
James Baker: "Like I said, I've been through worse so what those two did to me won't factor into anything at all. As for any matches for me? Other than my future match with my good friend Leon Lonewolf... I'm not sure. We'll wait and see."
James is getting stitches sewn into that wound he received in the match. From there, the camera shuts off as we...
Fade to black
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