Sommerlund: Excuse me! Who do you think you are, demanding matches? Well, you've got one thing right. There is talent in the BWB locker room! Loads of it! It's just my special ability to pick out good, talented wrestlers.
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He looks around and glares at Scotty 2 Hotty once again
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Sommerlund: You have no right to demand matches here in my show! It's my federation! I'm running it! And since I'm running it, I call the shots here!
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Sommerlund walks closer to the ring, his look on Scotty 2 Hotty still hard
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Sommerlund: However, you are here in BWB. And only talented people can get into BWB. So, I'm going to let you prove yourself. How about you take on...
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He thinks for a moment as he walks around the ring, all the way the announcer's table
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Sommerlund: Ah, I know. How about tonight, you take on... Mr. Andrew F. Roger!!
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The crowd boo at the sound of his name
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Sommerlund: Look, kid. You better not disappoint me. Put up a good performance against Mr. Roger and you'll stay. Or else... Or else, if I'm not pleased with your performance, you're fired!!!
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The crowd boo and Scotty 2 Hotty looks terrified. Sommerlund signals silence from the crowd, and they obey
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Sommerlund: You better get ready, young one...
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Sommerlund takes a seat next to Felix Devine and Darren Johnson
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Sommerlund: Because your match is starting right now.
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He sets the mic on the announcer's table as the camera zooms out and pans around the arena, then stops at the stage, awaiting the appearance of Mr. Andrew F. Roger
