[Hope Heelcum]

 The scene is immediately that of a stage in front of a studio audience compromised of drag queens of all shapes and sizes in the gaudiest costumes one can imagine.

On the forefront of the stage, standing with a microphone in hand, is an overweight drag queen in a horrid impersonation of the iconic diva herself, Cher.



The studio audience immediately erupts in  a frenzy of whistles and catcalls. Hope pauses and smiles, waiting for it to die down as he 'fans' himself with his free hand.

Hope: "Oh dear God, yes! Primetime Matthew Kennedy! The very same hunk of man cake that I'll be meating ... **laughs** .. I mean, 'meeting' inside of the ring this Sunday at Climax Control here in Australia. Am I not the luckiest female man on the face of God's green earth? Hm?"

The audience nods and applauds in agreement.

Hope: Shame on you, Matthew, saying such things about me. Just for that, I just might bring my riding crop into that ring with me and give you the spanking you deserve on that firm, round behind you've been flaunting in those tight trunks of yours. You can't fault me for anything that I said before. I didn't speak anything but the truth. And as for my match against that little dish James Huntington-Hawkes III, well... this is professional wrestling, Matthew. And if you can't be entertaining, then you really have no business being in the sport. That 'is' what the people who pay to see us want, after all. To be entertained. And of how I'm going to give them a show to remember, once I lay my hands 'ALL' over you! Sticks and stones, Matthew, may break my bones ... but the best things come on Primetme."

The studio audience cheers and whistles as Hope waves to them all and the scene slowly fades out.