No no no... this time we're listeners instead of viewers. The BLPW is short of camera crews tonight, so a "secret weapon" has been used so that the camera crews can make their nightly quota. After all, it is their job to catch the thoughts of the BLPW superstars. So this time, a bug has been planted inside the Technicians apartment. It's a trick of the trade that very few people are aware of. Invasion of privacy? Maybe, but as everybody knows, it is their job.
So we join in on a previously initiated conversation.
M: ... but I don't think that we've got a chance in hell of losing.
E: Agreed. I mean, look at everybody that's said they'll take the Tag titles before- and they couldn't do it. Jimmy the Gent and Viper are no different.
M: No kidding. Who all have we faced since we won the titles anyway? There was... ya know, come to think of it, I'm pretty sure that they weren't important enough to remember.
E: Yeah, you're probably right. Or we're just becoming senile.
M: Little bit of column A, little of column B.
E: Yeah. Anyway, I can't wait to get this over with.
M: Me either. Ooh... that reminds me, I've got a little surprise for everybody after we've retained the titles.
E: Oh yeah? What's that?
M: Heh. Sorry, it wouldn't be a surprise to everybody if I told you, now would it?
E: I s'pose not. But if it involves probing my ass in any way, shape, or form, I'm gonna have to hurt you.
M: I said surprise, not probe my brothers ass. That's just sick dude.
There is silence for a few moments as some shuffling sounds can be heard.
M: Hey, what's this?
The sound is distorted momentarily.
E: It looks like a bug...
M: Oh God no...
E: AHHH! They've found me! They're trying to figure out what my next move is! NOOOOO!
Psychotic sounds fill the air waves, and then a loud smack is heard, followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor. A disturbance of some sort causes the audio feed to cut out. Or, it could just be that the Mechanic has smashed the bug under his boot.