A PRIVILEGED DISCUSSION...

Good day to the common and wealthy!

For those who lament for the Commonwealth being snubbed at Entitlement PPV, fear not--for soon the Iron Curtain will fall upon all who don't accept their place.

Now today, you and the reporter named JRock are privileged to have an interview with Lord Lucius Kaine and the Lady Allison Martell. Now, grab your coffee, tea, and your bloody American colored sugar water and enjoy.

- The Commonwealth reside in a penthouse in Washington DC. JRock enters the east wing to the training room to find Bruce Kaine spotting Lucius Kaine in a bench pressing exercise. Allison Martell is on an elliptical machine on the far right. Playing over the speakers is Lacrimosa.
- JRock approaches the Kaine cousins in the corner.
JRock: Excuse me Lucius...
Bruce looks up at him, enraged.
Bruce: Keep your distance, you wanker! Can't you see wealthy people working, you twit?
JRock backs up and waits. Thinking about it, he walks over to Lady Allison.
JRock: Hello, Ms. Martell?
Allison: (panting) Lady Allison, you muggle!
JRock: Sorry. I wanted to ask you about your feud with Amanda Alvez, the woman with the "Best Dang Hands"...
Allison cuts off the elliptical machine and steps down.
Allison: Weasley! My towel!
A red-headed servant runs into the room with a white, fluffy towel and a bottle of water under his arm. Allison dabs her head with the towel.
Allison: Best dang hands? Best dang hands? Her hands aren't worthy of being washed in my sink! Do you know who the F I...
Lucius: Allison...
Allison catches herself, and regains composure. She takes the bottle of water from Weasley and gives herself a sip.
Allison: I'm sorry, luv.
Lucius walks over and she gives him a sip of her water.
Lucius: In fact, I don't know why you allow yourself to get flustered by that punch-drunk wench. (Looks at Weasley) Leave us.
As Weasley dashes out, Bruce jumps out of nowhere to scare him. All three of the Commonwealth laugh, their noses pointing up in the air.
JRock: Now, Lord Lucius Kaine, if we can...
Lucius: Ah! You got it right for the first time! Very good. You may kiss my ring.
JRock: Huh?
Lucius: Maybe later. Now, come chap, why have you come to our penthouse?
JRock: Well I wanted to ask you about...wait, where's John MacDougal?
Lucius: Earl MacDougal is taking in the sites of this city. Don't know why--there's nothing interesting here in America. Such a disgusting place. Can't even afford street sweepers.
JRock: We have street sweepers in some states.
Lucius: Why not in all states? This is the problem with America! Small thinking. But with such small minds I guess it's excusable...
JRock: Lord Lucius, what are your thoughts on Li Zhang Lou's comments towards you?
Lucius: The poor fellow is obviously deranged. He says he was once an unknown, which I find completely hilarious because he's still an unknown. The man wasn't even worthy of being pinned. That's why I chose the countout victory. How dare they send such filth as my first opponent.
JRock: Well...
Lucius walks away from JRock and goes to the nearest mirror, admiring his muscles. He flexes his arm.
Lucius: Feel my arm, JRock.
JRock walks over touches his bicep.
Lucius: That's muscle. Real muscle. Only attained through true hard work, a regiment and diet that only the wealthy can acquire. I am the best, and they send Li Zhang Lou against me? Let him spout out his warnings about deathstrikes and such. Let him come, and taste Sovereign Manifesto. Let him come, and taste the Message from Windsor. For when it is over, he'll know he ate something too rich and too great for him to digest.
Lady Allison comes over and wraps her arm around Lucius' waist. Bruce Kaine walks up turns JRock to him.
Bruce: My turn. You tell that shades-wearing pillack Shawn Rheins that his business with the Commonwealth isn't over. And the next time he faces MacDougal, I'll be at his side. Do you understand? Tell him, and tell the owners. I want the Shade and the Shadow versus the Brute and the Baron. Tell them!
JRock: I will! I will!
Bruce: Good. Then you've outlived your usefulness. Weasley! See JRock out of here.
JRock follows Weasley out of the room.

There you have it, fellow readers.

God save the Queen, and God save the Commonwealth.

--Sir Steven Churchill.