Troy's administrative assistant, Tamara Young is talking, but he's not listening. She is rambling on about some contractual obligations he has to visit a local children's hospital. Troy, however, much like the man from Plano, Texas, sitting to his left, is engrossed in EAWC footage of Poiter Miloslav. Troy's cousin, Jake Starr, and Shawn Andrews had seen him perform in person. While neither had faced him in the ring, both had dropped several dimes on the Akira Yoshi's Mongolian powerhouse. Miloslav is short, but deceptively strong, and likes to rely on a myriad of suplexes to subdue his opponent. As Tammy continues to ramble, something happens on the screen. Troy and Jack knowingly glance at each other, taking a mental note.

Tamara, as always, is wearing her classic "easy-way-to-a-promotion" business attire: four-inch black pumps; thigh-length black pinstripe skirt; matching suit jacket; and cleavage-revealing silver blouse. Her ramblings continue, still ignored by the two men in the locker room. Troy is wearing black snake-skin cowboy boots, black jeans, a gray "Ride the Regulator Express" T-shirt, and his black wide-brim Stetson cowboy hat.

The other half of this looks and brawn tandem is decked out in his finest casual/formal/sleepwear.  This ensemble from the Texas Jack Carson collection includes a black vest, blue Levis jeans, and a thick rawhide belt with a large copper buckle fashioned in the shape of the state of Texas.  Carson sits leaning back in a metal folding chair with his python print cowboy boots propped up on a small round table.  As he watches the tape of Miloslav and sips on a cold bottle of MGD Jack scratches the area on his forearm where the Ace of Spades has been craftily etched.  Either the old tattoo is itching him or its the fresh coat of sunburn that covers his upper body.  His wide brimmed Stetson and his trusty branding iron sit patiently on the lamp table beside him.

Tamara is growing increasingly agitated about being ignored when a light tapping is heard on the locker room door. In a huff, Tammy struts across the room to answer the door. Troy wouldn't be Troy if he didn't glance at Tammy's "six" before returning his attention to the Miloslav footage. Tammy answers the door to find herself standing face-to-face with the equally attractive Traci Lynn Brisbois, followed closely by a cameraman. Tammy begins to immediately size up the "competition," but she might actually want to show a little more skin as Traci is wearing a tight shimmering silver one-piece mini tube skirt which has only one question going through Troy's mind... "Damn, she got any underwear on?"

(Traci Lynn Brisbois): Excuse me... I would like to 'ave a moment wit' de Regulators.

(Tamara Young): [frowning at the younger lady] Now is not a good time. We are really busy...

(Troy Dallas): TAMMY! Shut up an' let tha lady in.

Traci, followed by the cameraman, brushes past Tammy as the two vixens size one another up. Troy can only laugh at something he has seen countless times -- two women, with countless things in common, who could not get along to save their lives. The cameraman prepares to begin filming as Troy and Jack stand up on either side of Brisbois... Troy making the most of the bird's eye view down Traci's halter top. The red light goes on and Traci readies her microphone.

(Traci Lynn Brisbois): 'ello, and welcome back to Coast to Coast. I am Traci Lynn Brisbois. And at dis time, I am in de Regulators' locker room wit' 'De Future' Troy Dallas and Texas Jack Carson. De Regulators will be facing formidable competition on Primetime, in de persons of Napalm and Poiter Miloslav. Dis match-up stems from an ongoing rivalry between de Lord of Chaos and de Future. Troy, could you shed any light on dis situation for us?

(Troy Dallas): [smiling arrogantly] Firs', lemme say that there's a first class seat on board tha 'Regulator Express' with yer name on it, Traci.

(Traci Lynn Brisbois): [giggling] T'ank you.

(Troy Dallas): Now, on ta tha business at hand. Poiter Miloslav... as my cousin Luke would say, you ain't nothin' but a casualty. Tha war is with Napalm. If ya get too involved, you'll be a victim of circumstances. Tha circumstances are that Napalm is Regulator enemy number one as far as I'm concerned. Miloslav... if ya get caught in tha crossfire, it's yer own damn fault 'cause ya decided ta step in some shit thatcha cain't wipe off. Napalm... I ain't never liked yer ass. But what you did when tha Regulators were enjoying their tour of Texas was like spittin' in tha wind... it was like tuggin' on Superman's cape... it was like tryin' ta pull tha mask of tha Wrangler. Boy, what I'm sayin' is, some things ya jes' don't do. An' tha most important rule you broke was interfering in Regulator business when I was makin' my Primetime debut. Ya try ta put on this big 'king of all evil' routine, but I know tha truth aboutcha... you care 'bout all tha wrong damn things. Ya go out ta tha ring an' try ta act like ya don't feel no pain. But I betcha go back ta yer locker room an' cry like a little bitch. An' I bet that's jes' one of yer secrets... one of tha secrets I plan ta expose when I expose ya ta tha world. Napalm, I'm comin' after yer career... yer truth... an' anything else you're hidin'. And I get tha answers ta all that when I take yer mask.

(Traci Lynn Brisbois): [turning to face Jack] Texas Jack Carson, you defeated one Nick Cyprus in your WWA debut. Since dat time, you and de so-called 'hardcore legend' 'ave 'ad a war of words. Can we look forward to de two of you hooking up again in de near future?

(Texas Jack Carson): [looking toward Brisbois with a maniacle gleam in his dark eyes] Ya know Traci, yer a real purty gal.  I member one time I had a gal.  It was nice fer a while, but the damn bitch yapped too stinkin' much so I had to take her out back and shoot her.

Turning away from Traci and back toward the camera as the French-Canadian beauty cringes.

(Texas Jack Carson): But to answer yer question Ms. Brisbus er whatever ya call yerself, you'd have to ask the yella baldy himself.  Ole Jack is ready to lock it up again with Nick Cyprus, hell I called his ass out last week after we dimmed the lights on that big retard Napalm.  But Nick doesn't seem to want any more o' this here outlaw.  Heck I dunno, maybe a scared the manhood outta him the last time I busted him up on Primetime.  I've said this before and I'll say it again, Texas Jack Carson's only passion in life is breakin' bones and smashin' faces.  Now I'm a man of few words, but when I think of that mangy mutt Cyprus, somethin' comes outta me.  Maybe it's the realization that there's actually another S.O.B on this earth who loves to inflict pain and suffering as much as I do.  Or maybe it's just the excitement of finally cornering the bastard who defiled TCW by burning our ring to the ground.  Cyprus, you may think that you can duck and run from Jack Carson and that eventually I'll ferget what nuisance you've been, but you're wrong.  If you won't come outta that trash heap of a trailer, then I will take it upon myself to find that Chicago shithole o' yers and bust my way in.  However,  if you do ever do decide to reconsider yer sexual orientation and find the balls to fight me Nick Cyprus, I can guarandamntee you one thing.  When all is said and done yer gonna have a new tattoo on that shiny dome of yers.   And it ain't gonna be some purty picture of a lizard or an armadilla er even yer ugly mamma.  It'll be just three letters, T... J... C. 

Jack takes a swig from his bottle of cold filtered crisp tasting beer and looks over Traci one more time with a shit eatin grin on his face.

(Traci Lynn Brisbois): [turning to face the camera] Well, dere you 'ave it. De Regulators are out to settle some scores. I'm Traci Lynn Brisbois.

The red light fade and Jack returns to his seat to watch more footage of Miloslav. Troy turns his attention to Traci Lynn, who seems to be showing some interest in the Texan. Tamara is obviously seething, and not making much of an attempt to hide her emotions as she turns and storms out of the locker room. Troy laughs to himself and glances over at Jack, who is intently studying the film. "Yeah," thinks Troy, "last time he was Bobby's big surprise, things worked out pretty damn good. And like me, he jes' gets better all tha time."