(The title of the Insider segment flashes, and then on comes an unknown man sitting at a production desk. He's dressed in WWA clothing.)

Man: Okay, so we here at WWA Production had no idea what else to call it. It just seemed to work, considering Adams is back in England, drinking off the jet lag from his plane flight from Greece. Sorry for the dumb naming, but Adams didn't really care what we called it, and Juan responded in Spanish. If any of you English fans are offended, we apologize.

(The scene then fades to black. We fade up on a bar in England. The room is well-lit, and the overall feel is most definitely upbeat. The bar is just wooden, with a bartender behind it and rows of bottles and glasses on the back shelf. The tables are all round oak, and the chairs are simply crafted from the same kind of wood.Most of the tables are occupied, and the general din of the audience provides an interesting background.)

Bartender: So, who here is going to that show on Monday?

(About half the room cheers and shouts, and the other half groans in the realization that they forgot to get tickets. Whatver show they're talking about, it seems to be rather important.)

Bartender: All right, then. For those of you who aren't, I'll pull in a television and broadcast the show live, right here! And throughout the show, there'll be a fifty percent discount on drinks!

(The people not going to the show cheer, and during that cheer, Nicholas Adams and Juan Guevesos, still not wearing his mask, walk into the bar. Nobody is facing the door, so the crowd fails to notice them. This seems to suit Adams and Guevesos fine, as they walk over to an empty table and take a seat.)

Adams: You know, I think I like this place. It gives me some time to rest and relax before going to fight Deimos on Monday.
Juan: Hey, mang, whatever works for jou.
Adams: Right. So, since I have a feeling they don't have Corona here, let's...

(A waitress walks up to the table. She's brunette, and about five feet six inches tall. Or, as she would say, 162 centimeters tall. She's wearing some black pants, a white tee-shirt, and carries a pen and pad of paper. Her hair is tied back in a bun, and is rather attractive.)

Waitress: So, what drinks can I get for you, gentlemen?
Adams: Guiness.
Juan: Jou doan' got Corona, so...I'll have one of dose Spanish beers.

(The waitress looks at Juan quizzically, as if he were crazy. Spain isn't known for its beer, as far as she knows. Adams actually shares the look. But the woman suddenly realizes who she's looking at.)

Waitress: Well, Mister Adams, Mister Guevesos, I'll get your drinks for you.

(The waitress saunters off, and Juan turns to face Adams.)

Juan: Jou know, mang, I theenk we might have jes' walked into a place that won't give us much relaxation...
Adams: Please...this is fine. While Tracer is out hunting out how to take down Shaman, I'm here at a bar, contemplating how to take Deimos down for the three-count. What more relaxation could...

(And suddenly, the bartender's voice interrupts their conversation.)

Bartender: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I HAVE JUST BEEN INFORMED THAT NICHOLAS ADAMS AND JUAN GUEVESOS ARE WITH US TONIGHT! DRINKS ARE ON THE HOUSE!

(The entire bar erupts with cheers as the waitress points directly at Juan and Nick's table. In one of the most insane clumps ever formed, the bargoers surround the table, prodding questions at Adams.)

People: So, do you think you'll win?...What are you going to do about Tracer?...What are your odds in the match?...Have a girlfriend, 'cause I'm available.

(Adams holds his hands up to stop them, and then looks around.)

Adams: Well, I didn't know that you were so into the WWA. I didn't even know I was that popular. But, since you are taking an interest...I'll give a shot at answering some of the questions...but for now, I'm just going to have a drink.

(The crowd all sighs and nods as Adams and Juan get their drinks. The people then return to their chairs and we fade out.)