Jack Power's first interview on SNFC

Jessica: I'm here in the backstage area with Saturday Night's latest acquisition, Jack Power. Now, Jack, anyone who has watched Sunday Night Slaughter knows what a dynamic property you are. Do you plan to bring any of that to Saturday Nights?

Jack: Well, Jessica, I'm not one to look at the past. So as far as I'm concerned, The Power Connection, Rated "R" Connection, and the Queens of Defeat are a distant memory. I plan to start new here on Fight Club, but, yes, it will be exciting.

Jessica: I, for one, can't wait to see what happens next. Now about your King of the Ring match tonight. What do you think your chances are against Weke?

Jack: Well, I... wait... that's his NAME?

Jessica (confused): Um, yes.

Jack: His name is "Weke"? As in "Weak"?

Jessica: Yeah...

**Jack laughs long and loud.

Jack (wiping back tears): I... I'm sorry. I can't do this. Seriously. It's too easy!! (looks at the camera) Give me a challenge next time!

**Jack walks away laughing, muttering "Weke... Oh, that's rich..."

***New segment***

**Jack walks backstage toward the ring. He's still giggling

Jack: "Weke" Oh, man! That's just funny... Wow! I...

**Jack bumps into Weke in the hallway. He doesn't look happy.

Jack: So, you must be "Weke." From the looks of you, I can see that it's not just a clever name. Well, you obviously have something to say, (points to camera) so, go ahead before this guy gets bored.

(Insert Weke roleplay here)

*Weke looks at Jack Power*

Weke: Oh it's you, I heard you called me weak?

Jack Power: That's right.

Weke: And you figured that out by yourself? Damn your smart guy... Weke-->Weak...

*Jack Power smiles*

Weke: But look at yourself. Your last name is Power? Right?

Jack Power: Yeah!

Weke: Where that comes from??? Because when I look at you... First thing that comes to my mind ain't Power.

*Weke walks next to Jack and trys Jack's bicep*

Weke points at Jack's bicep and says: Nothing here...

Weke points at Jack's head and says: ...And nothing here.

*Weke graps at Jack's throat*

Weke: Tonight we'll see which one is weaker

*Lightning strikes and Weke leaves*

**Jack watches Weke leave, his hand at his throat.

Jack (yelling after Weke): Okay... see you in the ring then...

**Jack looks at the camera as if to say something witty, but changes his mind.