LIGHTRAY. Manogre down the Pipeline

(Justin Lightray is walking down a hallway backstage, having a conversation on his cellphone. He's wearing jeans and a button-down shirt and has his shoulder-length blonde hair tied back.)

Justin Lightray: I'm telling you, Dylan, this better work out ... I know you've been my agent for 12 years, but these last two feds folded before I could even ... This one's different? How? ...

(Lightray stops walking, but looks straight ahead.)

JL: I'll be damned. What is this Pipeline Championship anyway? ... Well, it ain't everything, but I guess it's a start ... Manogre? What, what? MANOGRE!? ... Just stop - stop.

(Lightray starts walking again and grabs some popcorn out of a bucket belonging to someone standing backstage and stuffs it in his mouth, with about half of it missing and falling to the floor.)

JL: Dude. This guy carry a club and eat raw deer legs? Come on ... Well, of course I understand what this could lead to ... Don't worry - you do your job, I'll do mine ... Are you kidding? ...

(Stops walking again, and looks at himself in a full-length mirror that just happens to be standing in the hallway.)

JL: Look at me, baby. Don't I just look like a champion?

(Closes his cell phone, and while looking at his reflection fixes his collar. He smiles, smooths his eyebrows, and walks away with his back to the camera.)