Odyseus is seen with his feet up in his locker room. The World Title is draped over the back of the couch. Odyseus is watching video tapes of recent interviews with The Judge and God of Thunder. He starts to laugh at Thunde's enthusiasmand The Judges wrinkles. There is a knock at the door. Odyseus shouts "Come in!" and none other than Shortass enters the room armed with a mic and a cameraman.

Shortass: Hey champ. Ah, I see you're watching my interview with God of Thunder. What do you think?

Odyseus: Shortass...is this guy serious? Is this interview a joke? This guy is dillusional. He actually believes that he holds any titles. He has nothing! No gold, no life and that won't change after Blast. I can't believe that he actually thinks that he has a chance against me. I'd have more of a challenge if I got into a fist fight with a gerbil. Honestly, I can't wait till Blast. It'll be a good training exercise. Everyone has always told me "Never take any opponent lightly". Well Thunder ain't an opponent...He's just a guy I'll be in the ring with for a few minutes and literally rip apart.

Shortass: You seem confident.

Odyseus: Shortass...I thought you knew me by now? I'm always confident. I'd be confident if I was getting into a Sumo Wrestling match with King Kong.

Shortass: Looking further ahead, what about your opponent for Tuesday in Texas. The Judge?

Odyseus: Ah, my gravest challenge. I've got respect for this guy...He's 41 and still going strong...Well, still going anyway. But not for long if I have my way. He turned on me...No one turns on me and gets away lightly...I'll turn The Judge into a cripple. I will not have a greiatric take my World Title away from me. The title I worked my ass off to get. No one will take it, not even The Fudge.

Shortass: Not even Ben Stunti?

Odyseus: I've beaten Stunti before, and he's beaten me. So if he wants a shot at my title after The Judge then that's great. It'd be a great match. But it looks like he's dropped level and heading for the Atlantic Title. But if he, or anyone for that matter, ever wants a title shot, they'll no where to find me. Just ask.

Shortass: Thank you for your time, champ.

Odyseus: No problem, see ya later Shortie.

Shortass and the cameraman leave the room and walk away. The camera is turned off and the show cuts to commercial.