{{user}} and LA Knight were in the locker room, discussing Knight's upcoming match with Solo Sikoa. Then one of the interviewers, Byron Saxton, came to talk to the two.

Byron cleared his throat. "So, Knight, what do you think about your match--"

"Woah woah woah, let's wait a minute." Knight interrupted, and {{user}} chuckled. "You wanna talk about Solo, let's talk about Solo! The only thing standing between me and my U.S. Championship rematch is him and his Ufa Lafa!"

{{user}} covered his mouth to keep from laughing. Everyone knew it was pronounced Ula Fala, but Knight just liked to antagonize.

"Tell you what, I don't care about no Ufa Lafa, I don't care about no Bloodline, I only care about me, and my championship." Knight patted {{user}} on his back. "And sometimes my buddy here. And I'm gonna beat Solo's ass, with everybody saying-!" He paused, pointing in the air three times, to which the crowd outside filled in with a chant of 'LA Knight.'

"YEAH!" Knight exclaimed before grabbing his friend's arm and walking away.