Liam Desmond casually whistles as he sorts through the next stack of old tape recordings for Savage. There was a pep in his step as he moved about - it wasn't often that he was going to get the chance to run his show again! Maybe he should run one of those... self-ran shows or something. They used to have an actual name, but it got thrown out recently...

“Shoot,” he murmured aloud. “I'm missing a recording in here. Let me just...”

Liam wheeled back in his seat, coming to a large, dusty file cabinet. He opened up the bottom drawer, humming as he did so, only to find... a sleeping man. A sleeping man with a very familiar belt in his grasp.

“Huh?!” Liam gawked aloud. “Wait, you're... Samael Dyson?”

A loud snore greeted his question.

“Well, that can't be right... how did you even get in here?”

Another snore.

“Hmm... you were trying to hide out from all the other pinners, weren't you?”

HOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNK! Shimimimimimimimi...

“Well, it's bad form for a champion to be sleeping in here regardless. I mean, what would the fans think?”

A brilliant idea popped into Liam's head as his face flashed with glee. He unbuttoned his dress shirt, revealing an XWF referee shirt right underneath! He looked around, making sure the coast was clear, before he gently placed a hand on Samael's chest. He tapped the side of the file cabinet, serving as his count.

“One...

Two...”

*Snork* *Honk* *Hrrrrrnnnnnnn*

Sam opens his eyes.

GAH!

He just barely kicks out! Liam recoils in surprise as Sam showers him with an angry look. 

Were you trying to molest me just now?!

Liam shakes his head "no" frantically and puts his hands up.

Oh. Sam pauses. Well, why not?

Liam side eyes Sam as this takes a turn. 

I mean, I'd be cool with it. Asian guys got that whole androgyny thing goin', ya know? So its basically not even gay!

LIam starts slowly backing up towards the door. 

Well fine, fuck you too then! Sam rolls over onto his side. At least let me take this nap!