Choke on deez nu...no, not gonna say it

*A rather inauspicious and abrupt opening with a coffee mug meeting a rather messy demise by means of a pissed off Lochnar hurling palm. The broken remains stay there for roughly a few seconds before the hand belonging to Samantha Lee wipes it up* 

Samantha: Sir, it's just a hack rag, you really don't need to...

Lochnar: Don't tell me what I need and don't need to lose my already dwindling cool over! I swear to...did WWX fire that loser and send him straight over to the mark sheets?! And that website...

Samantha: You just said it yourself, sir, they're a bunch of marks....

Lochnar: And like it or not, people do take this stuff seriously, and unfortunately some of them are in power in exactly the wrong amounts and wrong positions! I see another one, and you're gonna have to get me more things to break, just a word of warning, Sam...

Samantha: Sir I...

*Samantha inhales and apparently get's a shot of courage she's not had in quite a long time* 

Samantha: I REALLY think you need to stop overreacting when people call you a choke artist. I mean, yes, you won the International Title, but you also previously lost in only a few days. Point is, you WON. 

*A chill falls across the room, but Sam seems undaunted in her assessment, even if she looks like she's bracing to get kicked so hard her grandchildren will go "WTF?!"* 


Lochnar: And I'll do it again. I'll prove them wrong again. 

Samantha: That...that's the spirit sir! 

*Samantha sighs in relief and pours another cup* 

Samantha: Now, may I suggest decaf for the rest of the day, sir? 

Lochnar: You can suggest it, but I won't abide by it. Dunkin Donuts, get to it. Biggest size they have. I come down from this, it's going to be downright depressing.

Samantha: Understood sir, I'll be back in two shakes. 

*Sam leaves and Lochnar groans, facepalming while he goes over the rag.* 

Lochnar: They're comparing me to...oh you gotta be kidding me here...they're comparing me to Benoit in...HIS promotion!? Bunch of.....

*he tosses the thing and rubs his forehead, going into deep thinking mode* 

Lochnar: Oh Gunnar, Gunnar, Gunnar. Nobody in their right mind would sympathize the position you're about to be put in; namely, to be the Lethal Injection's victim when I figure out just to shut the yaps of critics up. People get crippled when that stuff happens, boyo, oh yea. And what's even more dangerous? Being Brian Lochnar's opponent when he's openly talking to himself like a damn maniac. Oh dear, there I go again! Choke artist...yea, marks, choke on deez...

*we're spared the rest of the reference before we lose footage.*