The Constrictor collecting trophies

On the screen, Tom Dudely swaggers down the hallway past "Wild" Bill Bronson, his Hardcore Championship Belt gleaming prominently around his waist. The camera pans over to a small, dark-skinned figure furtively watching Dudely, his manager beside him.

WB: "Ah, the Constrictor! Could I get a word with you?"

The Constrictor's manager breaks in, running a hand through his hair, which stands straight up above his head.

Ray Gotti: "You wanna talk to somebody, you talk to me, capice? I speak for him. 'Sides, the Constrictor, he don't talk too good. Don't speak English, ya know?"

WB: "Um ... all right. Doesn't speak English? Not at all?"

RG: "Not at all. But he can wrestle- boy, can he wrestle! The Jungle Killa! The Mayan Maniac! He'll chew you up and spit you out!"

WB: "Well, then, tell us a bit about the Constrictor. It seems a bit ... unusual, to have a wrestler that doesn't speak English. Where did you find him?"

RG: "The Amazon, my man! See, Ray Gotti, he searches all over the world for the best talent, and I'll sign 'em where I find 'em! Ain't no place too obscure to find the cure to boring wrestling! An' if you're interested in wrestling for me, sign up at www dot raygotti dot-"

WB: "All right, all right. Let's stick to the Constrictor, hmm?"

RG: "The Snake from Titicaca Lake! The Aztec Athlete! The Drinkin' Incan! The-"

WB: "We get the point. How did you meet him?"

RG: "Well, I was going village to village in the Amazon Basin, searching for talent ..."

Wild Bill rolls his eyes for the camera.

RG: "An, I see this guy, wrestling a jaguar! An' I think to myself, 'wrestle a jaguar? Think anybody in the CWF could wrestle a jaguar? Fuggedaboutit! I had to sign 'im, right there!"

WB: "We all know that you're making money off him, Ray Gotti, but what's the Constrictor get out of this? You're well-known for trying to cheat your wrestlers."

RG: "Hey, hey, hey! I don't cheat nobody, capice? An' the Constrictor, he gets ... uh, well ..."

Ray Gotti turns to speak with the Constrictor in a strange tongue, full of clicks and buzzes.

RG: "Well, he, uh ... he says the wrestlers here are soft and rich with shiny trophies, which he will use to adorn his hut and buy a wife in his tribe. In particular, he seems taken with Tom Dudely's hardcore championship belt."

The Constrictor speaks again in his odd tongue, tugging significantly on a belt of shrunken heads around his loincloth.

RG: "And, ah, he says he might collect a few heads as well."

Bill Bronson turns back to the camera as the pair continue after Dudely.

WB: "And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the Constrictor ... a strange man, but one worth watching."