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El Blaze is seen backstage, doing push-ups backstage, preparing himself for the match later on against his mystery opponent. Lo. Key walks up to El Blaze.
Lo. Key: Hey, uhh, El Blaze?
El Blaze stops, and kips himself on to his feet.
El Blaze: Oh, hey Key. 'sup?
Lo. Key: Well, everyone in the locker room is talking about your mystery opponent tonight, and, of course, the clue is he loves fire... even more so than you...
El Blaze: Yeah, it's probably some new pyro kid...
Lo. Key: ...or it could be... The Flame Master.
El Blaze: Uhh... no. No way.
Lo. Key: I don't know man, The General Manager hates your guts.
El Blaze: But there's gotta be a line.
Lo. Key: Hey, you could be right, but I just want you to be careful out there. Best of luck, dude.
El Blaze: Yeah... uhh... thanks. I guess.
Lo. Key: Hey, uhh, El Blaze?
El Blaze stops, and kips himself on to his feet.
El Blaze: Oh, hey Key. 'sup?
Lo. Key: Well, everyone in the locker room is talking about your mystery opponent tonight, and, of course, the clue is he loves fire... even more so than you...
El Blaze: Yeah, it's probably some new pyro kid...
Lo. Key: ...or it could be... The Flame Master.
El Blaze: Uhh... no. No way.
Lo. Key: I don't know man, The General Manager hates your guts.
El Blaze: But there's gotta be a line.
Lo. Key: Hey, you could be right, but I just want you to be careful out there. Best of luck, dude.
El Blaze: Yeah... uhh... thanks. I guess.
