D-Boy: Bring it douchie wells. Smokey book this match! I know you listen, I know you have us on your little baby monitor! Put that douche bag wells in a 1 vs 1 against the best thing you have ever signed! I will finally shut him up. Wells you like to preach your non sense to us, about how you are going to do this and that... you don't do anything. You sit there, you talk your shit, and you walk away from it. So the only thing I ask for this match is you sign some waivers make it a no dq match so when I kick your ass through the fans, or should I say your peeps. I can't wait to beat you down! Bring it wells, you don't have enough water in the your wells to cover all this pardy!
Wells: Bring it, get the match and I'll beat you. That's all I got to say.
D-Boy: Shut your mouth Brock. I don't like you, I didn't like you, and I will never like you. Your a fool, your gimmick was just about to become fresh, but you are too in love with your inane gimmick to care about relevancy.