Natalya: Man, that Rayne is frightening, but she still liked my shoes
Camera Man: Yeah, I suppose, so what are we suppossed to be doing now?
Nayster walks past the camera man and Natalya with a stern expression on his face
Natalya: Oh, Nayster, could we bother you for a quick interview?
Nayster stops in his tracks and slowly turns around to face Natalya
He still has a stern expression on his face as he walks slowly up to her and the camera man
Nayster: Sure, but make it a quick one
Natalya: You got it, so after what transpired earlier, you seemed to exert confidence and yet you remained tentative over the fact that you could win. It's no secret your the underdog in this match, being the new guy, so what do you think your chances of winning are?
Nayster: What are my chances of winning? Its simple maths Natalya, oh wait, errrm can you do maths?
The crowd laugh at this remark
Natalya puts her hands on her hips and looks at Nayster pathetically
Nayster: There are 4 people in this match, each with the same chance of winning, that means I have a 1 in 4 chance of walking away as the number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship. Now wasn't that easy to understand sweatheart?
Natalya: So you think that it's just as simple as that? You don't take skill into account? Or strength? Or speed? Or...
Nayster puts his hand up to stop Natalya from talking
Nayster: This isn't a one on one wrestling match, this is a battle royal, where anyone can get eliminated at any time. It's down to pure luck in the end, you understand now sweatheart?
Natalya: Ok fine, you win, but just so you know...
Natalya moves up closer to Nayster and puts her hand on his arm
Natalya: I'm rooting for you
Nayster looks at Natalya slightly stunned
He then grabs her hand and removes it from his arm
Nayster: Yeah, errr no, this interview is over
Nayster walks out of the camera shot
Camera man: Ouch
The camera fades to black