Shade: “HEY EVERYBODY! Shade here and you know what I’m up to…?!”
The camera zooms out so everyone can see more of Shade. He’s sitting down and in front of him is a small camp-like fire. He’s holding a stick with a marshmallow on it.
Shade: “I’M MAKING MOTHERFUCKIN’ S’MORES!”
Shade reaches for a graham cracker and bites into it.
Shade (while munching): “You see… I made a mistake of… misjudging who I’m dealing… with here at XWA. I promise… that won’t happen again.”
Shade grabs another graham cracker, puts some chocolate on it, then the roasted marshmallow. He places one more graham cracker on top of it and applies pressure. Some of the marshmallow drips onto him.
Shade: “SON OF A BEANER COCKROACH! That shit hurts. FUCK.”
“The Terror of Death” tosses the s’more against the wall.
Shade: “I wasn’t in the mood for a s’more anyway. I was told I was getting time for a promo, yet I didn’t have anything I wanted to say except thank the fucking lord that the general manager is giving me a chance with this Evan Fire person. I hear he’s some big deal here in XWA? Minky beat his ass last week too. Nice, nice. My turn I guess. So if I beat him, I can rise to the ranks quicker and eventually take over this company in more ways than one with just becoming champion, right? I’m looking at your spot, GM. Better hope I don’t get in charge, because then XWA really would be extreme. Hardcore variants for the main event every week. Jobbers facing each other in life or death situations. It’d be a fun time.”
Shade stands up and begins running down the hall.
Shade: “SHADE FOR GENERAL MANAGER!!!”
Subject: Shade "Shade is s'mere" 
