Camera starts up.

Back in that same dingy locker room, but somehow, it looks even more like a shithole. Doors ripped off and thrown against walls, the ones that remain are punched clean through. 

And there is the JUICER. 

Like clockwork, he is vascular, he is sweaty. He gleams underneath flickering lights.

And the JUICER is staring dead at the camera.

"The Juicer is apoplectic, still."

A long shuddering sigh, one that wracks the body and causes the frame to tremble. Coming from such a mountainous man, it makes one wonder if a rock slide will collapse on them.

"The Juicer did not know that word at first. The Juicer had to look that word up."

And his eyes snap open, wide, wild, a beast in the shape of a man who was addicted to anabolic steroids. 

"THE JUICER DOES NOT LIKE TO READ."

The Juicer whirls and his lariat sends another locker door flying. 

"YET THE JUICER COULD NOT FIND THE WORDS TO GRASP HIS RAGE. PENNYFARTHING, HIXX, THE JUICER IS STILL  BESIDE HIMSELF BECAUSE THE JUICER CAME BACK TO AMERICA TO FACE THE BEST. IS THIS THE BEST THAT THE JUICER CAN EXPECT?"

"DOES THE JUICE ACKNOWLEDGE HE LOOKED MAJESTIC? THAT HIS BICEPS BULGED BEAUTIFULLY? THAT HIS CALVES CRUNCHED...."

A pause. The Juicer is searching for words.

"THE JUICER CANNOT THINK OF A WORD TO CARRY ON WITH THE ALLITERATION AND THE JUICER REFUSES TO CONSULT A THESARUS. ALREADY HE SUFFERED THE DICTIONAIRY." 

A long breath. Like a bull. One of those freakishly muscular ones that make you question the breeding practices of the ranch that sired it. 

"One does not become muscular without adversity. And now the Juicer hopes he faces that adversity in Razor Blade. It is a strong name. A good name. Will you be sharp? Will you sunder the flesh of the Juicer, make him bleed his red all over that ring to sanctify it?" 

"The Juicer has hope. He has seen your promo pictures. They are awesome pictures. Great size. You look thick, solid, tight. The Juicer hopes you continue to cultivate mass, that you keep the Juicer posted on your continued progress with any new videos or pictures. The Juicer wants to see what you got. He wants to see how huge, solid, thick and tight you can get, so that he can become motivated further." 

The Juicer is silent for a few moments, and the camera forgets how to breathe. 

"The Juicer extends that same invitation to Pennyfarthing and Hixx as well. He will never give up on his fellow wrestler. All can become muscular, so the Juicer declares." 

And thus the Juicer flexes his bicep, and in those veins, one could glimpse a perfect highway map of central Germany, before once again the Juicer stalks off, leaving the camera man to ponder his life and lack of muscles. 

And perhaps, that is a battle more important than any carried out in the wrestling ring.